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Everything happened so fast, but it also felt like it was happening in slow motion. One second, I was riding my bike down the hill, feeling the wind in my face and the sun on my back, and the next, I was falling. I couldn’t even tell what I hit—just that suddenly the world flipped, and I was flying forward. It felt like time froze, like each second stretched out forever, and I could feel every little thing all at once.

Then came the sound—loud and high-pitched, like a smoke alarm that wouldn’t stop. My ears were ringing, and I couldn’t think straight. I felt something warm on my chin and realized it was blood, thick and sticky as it slid down my face. The ground was hard and sharp beneath me, full of jagged rocks that scraped up my hands when I tried to move. My bike was on top of me, heavy and cold, pressing down on my legs so I couldn’t get up.

I heard someone calling my name, but it sounded really far away, like I was underwater. I wanted to answer, but my voice wouldn’t come out. Then someone splashed cold water on my face. It shocked me, but it also helped. For a second, it felt like they were saying, “You’re going to be okay.”

I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Everything was happening so fast around me—people moving, voices shouting, colors blurring—but inside, I felt frozen. I was scared, I hurt all over, but I knew one thing for sure: I was still here. I was still breathing.

And somehow, even with all the pain and confusion, that was enough. I was alive, and that meant everything.