My ears could only perceive the annoying ringing of bells as pain made itself known throughout my body. Awareness filled me as I was assaulted with a vision most confusing. [color=f49ac2]The seats were on top of me. Seats weren’t supposed to be on top of me. I was supposed to be on top of them.[/color] Then came the pain, as if every muscle in me was pulled and I was forced to exercise after years of inactivity and stagnation. It was disorienting as I lifted my arms in front of my face, its sound missing as the bells continued its unholy chime. There were scratches on them, my sleeves raining some glittery shards. I put my arms down and rolled so my belly was under me. I took that opportunity to push myself, glittery shards that now looked to be glass digging in my palms, the sting of pain flooding my mind. 

Slowly, mercifully, the ringing seemed to lessen and be replaced with human voices. It was still a mess of sounds, as if someone was speaking under water. I shook my head and turned my attention to where it originated. There, a girl. A woman. Female. Stuck in a window. [color=f49ac2]Or was it a door? It was definitely a door. Of course it was a door. It was across the driver’s seat.[/color] I shook my head as I looked for my cross-body bag that was in arms reach. [color=f49ac2]How it was removed from my body was a mystery since I didn’t want to contemplate about it anymore.[/color] Slowly, I attempted to stand up only to fall on my knees as my strength left me. Not wanting to get hurt, I pulled the decorative scarf from my neck and wrapped both my hands on them and proceeded to crawl on the floor. 

I approached the girl-woman and made to wave. [color=f49ac2]The woman-girl looked pretty bad but she probably didn’t need to know that.[/color] Instead, I started to say. [color=6ecff6]“Hey. I’m Al. Alva. You okay? Need help?”[/color] [color=f49ac2]I didn’t know how to help but I’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Hopefully the girl who was stuck would know how.[/color]

[@Lemons]