I see the glass shatter before I feel my head go through it. Adrenaline is weird like that; everything happens all at once, but at the same time, you see every little detail unfolding around you. The guard’s red, scrunched-up expression as he rams my face through the car window; the spider web valleys that explode across the glass just before it bursts around me; the shards that scatter onto the seat and lodge into my skin.

And then there’s the pain. Continue reading “Aftermath”