#WritcoStoryPrompt65
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He began to bump the traffic at a high-speed level with his car, he was unconscious and no pulse was heard. Did he survive?............

As he raced down the highway, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he felt invincible. The speedometer crept higher and higher, the cars around him blurring into streaks of color. But then, in a split second, everything changed.

He lost control of the car, swerving wildly across lanes. The sound of screeching tires filled the air as he careened into the bumper of the car in front of him. The impact was jarring, sending him flying forward, his body slamming against the steering wheel.

The world spun around him, the noise of the crash fading into a dull roar. He tried to move, to call for help, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. Panic set in as he realized he couldn't feel his heartbeat, couldn't hear the sound of his own breathing.

Was this it? Was this how it all ended?

But then, a flicker of consciousness broke through the darkness. He could hear voices, distant and muffled, calling out to him. Hands reached out, pulling him from the wreckage, laying him gently on the pavement.

Paramedics swarmed around him, their faces a blur of motion as they worked to save him. Machines beeped and whirred, the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. And then, finally, a gasp of air filled his lungs, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

He was alive.

As he lay there, battered and bruised, he knew he had been given a second chance. A chance to make things right, to change his ways, to appreciate the fragility of life. And as he was loaded into the ambulance, he vowed to never take that gift for granted again.

The road ahead would be long and difficult, filled with challenges and obstacles. But he was determined to face them head-on, to live each day as if it were his last. Because he knew now, more than ever, that life was precious and fleeting.

And as the ambulance sped away, sirens wailing in the night, he closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer of thanks. He had survived. And he would make every moment count.

© Shafiya