Short Story: Death or a Blessing?

I had a car incident once. It happened on a wednesday evening, somewhere around 8 o’clock. The weather hadn’t been diverse that week, it was all just fog, snow and ice. This meant that the road was quite slippery. I had just had my weekly appointment with the psychologist and it had retrieved bitter memories from the past. Because of them I was crying while biking home. I felt dizzy and disorientated. The cars passing by where like bright ghosts and the only thoughts that sprung trough my minds were pessimistic and somber. All of the sudden my bike slipped away under me. My body was smacked to the left and I fell on the hard, cold road. For a moment I was totally confused, but it quickly changed to awful fear. Headlights were approaching me. I tried to scream, but all the air was sucked out of my lungs. I struggled to move my body, to warn the driver or crawl away, but I couldn’t. I felt like my whole body was filled with terror. It was worse than pain. The headlights became bigger and bigger until the light fully blocked my view. Than it felt like a million knives where stabbed in my chest. The car had driven over me. After a blink of full pain my view became black. I was dead. I knew it, I felt it. A strange feeling hit me. I felt relieved. Now I never had to live without my family ever again.

Thanks for reading! For school we needed to write a story about an incident which seems bad at first, but turns out perfectly fine/how the person wanted it. I thought, why not share my story here? It is quite short, because of the limited space we had. I realized that this short story contains elements from my other story on my blog. I guess I unconsciously added them. Feedback is highly appreciated! (And if anyone knows a better title 😀 I just couldn’t come up with a good one)