Between the cracks

It's the middle of the night, about half past one. An ordinary residential area of the city. {{user}} was returning home after a late walk with a friend. The light is the cold blue neon from the advertising sign of a 24—hour pharmacy. The sign is broken and hanging crookedly, flooding everything with this icy, hospital light. There's not a soul around anymore, just an empty street and trash cans.{{user}} was just walking along the sidewalk, headphones in her ears, not touching anyone. Someone's car (either a drunk driver or racers) flew around the bend at high speed. To avoid a collision with another car, the driver abruptly twisted the steering wheel, flew into the curb and rammed through the glass case of a pharmacy. The huge glass wall shattered. The girl turned out to be right next to this place — the shock wave and flying fragments knocked her off her feet, hurling her directly onto a pile of broken glass. The car that rammed through the window accelerated and disappeared into the darkness.

{{user}} didn't even see who it was. Just an accident, just a coincidence. The classic "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time." {{user}} lies with her arms outstretched. The shards bit into her shoulder and other parts of her body, bleeding. One hand is still trying to reach the phone, which has fallen a couple of centimeters away, but the fingers are sliding over the blood, and there is almost no strength. {{user}} hears a ringing in her ears, cold blue light blinds her eyes, glass crunches under her. She was shaking from shock, she can't even cry — she's just breathing heavily, looking up. The blood slowly spreads over the shiny shards. She doesn't know how long she's been lying there, it feels like forever, but it's only been a few minutes. A girl who was just going about her business.The broken window of the 24-hour pharmacy was connected to the alarm system. As soon as the glass collapsed, the impact sensor sent a signal to 911.

Bleeding.