CRASH COURSE

Waiting for my nails to dry, I’d observed the colour.

Only, not an hour after painting them, I noticed a small chip.

‘Damn it,’ I cursed. At 16-years-old, a chipped nail was the only thing I had to really worry about.

But later that afternoon, all of that changed.

Sitting in the passenger seat of a convertible MG, the driver lost control of the car and swerved into a lay-by, causing it to fly into the air.

All I remember is the back of my hand scraping along the tarmac as I watched through the windscreen. The car was being dragged across the road on its roof.

It was July 2005 and with blood pouring over me, I didn’t know if I’d make it.

, I kept thinking. My thoughts rushing to my family,