This is true:
I was on the highway and things slowed. I could see a mini van flipped upside down in a ditch. People were running and scrambling. I pulled over, jumped out of the car and ran to the accident. I saw a man – twenty-one, maybe twenty-two – slumped over in the front seat. He was moving; he was alive.
Someone yelled, “There is a person under the van!”
There were seven or eight people trying to help. One wanted to lift the van. One wanted to wait for help. The others wanted to wait. Help wasn’t coming soon enough. I started to realize that there was nothing I could do.
The van was in a ditch. The ditch had water running through it; the water was about three feet wide. I saw blood in the water. Not Hollywood blood, and not a little blood, but lots of blood; buckets and buckets of blood. I saw so much blood that I felt ashamed of being a horror writer. Tears welled in my eyes. Then the blood really started to pour out of the van. The little river in the ditch was 50% water and 50% blood. I probably saw ten liters of blood running in that stream before I heard some one say that someone was under the van. I knew in my soul that someone was dead or dying.
The van – I should point out – was faced the wrong direction. The windows were smashed out and the metal was crumpled.
My phone rang.
My friend Mike was on the other end. He said, “Roy! I just passed you! What’s going on?”
I said, “I saw the accident and I’m trying to help and...and...I don’t know what to do!” Then I started crying. I tried to hold it together but I couldn’t. While I was talking to him someone died, for real - and I couldn’t do anything about it.
After that I hung up the phone. A cop shows up; so does a tow-truck driver. Then came an ambulance driver. The paramedic moved so slowly. I wanted to yell, and tell the girl to hurry up- but I kept thinking about that ‘Bring out the dead’ movie.
I would never want to have her job. Ever.
I ran across the highway to my car. I got in and I cried my eyes out. Then I went to a bar and got drunk and drove home. Yeah – I know. But I don’t fucking care.
And ------ that’s it. That was my night.
I’m not making this shit up.