Creative Writing: I Am On The Ground-Personal Narrative

I don’t know how long I’ve been laying down
I can’t remember why I am on the ground
I see red lights flashing But I can’t move at all.

Now I know just where I am
My old neighborhood in which I played hopscotch
I haven’t been back here in a long time
It’s just a few streets away from where I now live

I am scared to look on what’s ahead of me
Once my eyesight becomes clear
I see bodies lying on the ground
Blood soaking the ground

In the wreckage I see my passenger buddies
All scattered about
No one responds to me
No matter how much I scream and shout

The bus that I had rode most of my life
Is now flipped over with windows broken
Entwined with a trolley
I can’t comprehend that this is happening

I hear police officers discussing this tragic event