On Friday night a few of my mates were in a car crash in Kilsyth. There were five of them in the car; all of them had been drinking, including the driver. The driver was speeding, around 130km in a 60km zone (alleged), anyhow he lost control and they hit a tree. Everyone was ejected from the car and sustained injuries. The only female in the car, Jess (I didn’t know her) was killed instantly as she and two others were thrown out the back windscreen and onto the road. Jess was sitting in the left rear. Chris who was in the front passenger seat, sustained massive injuries and was taken to hospital but sadly he died on Sunday morning (it was his car). The other two in the back who went out the back window landed on the road also, Mark broke his collar bone, all the ribs on his left side, internal bleeding, ruptured spleen, broken pelvis, punctured lung etc. The other guy in the back, Jarred, suffered minor injuries in comparison to the others, but was fuked up and as you can imagine emotionally smashed. He and jess landed next to each other and he had to lie next to her as she died......the driver, jimmy, who is one of my good friend’s boy friend, and good mates with all the people in the car walked away from it. He however is not handling it to well as you can imagine...he will have to live with it for the rest of his life and as a result of his actions will probably go to jail for some time. I know he fuked up and as a result of his actions all this shit has happened. But for some reason i just don’t think that jail is an appropriate punishment...and as strange as this may seem i almost think that he has and will suffer enough without needing to go to jail.
The crash happened at around 1.30 on Friday night and it wasn’t until 5.00pm on Saturday that I found out. I was down hilling at Narby when I got the phone call. First thing that came to mind was fuk, what the fuk, you know it can happen, and you know that with the people you hang out with and the stupid things that you do it is only a matter of time but you just think nah fuk that it wont happen to me. All the information that was going around was not accurate at all, fare from it, and not really stuff that you can throw around either. I got told that Jarred, who I am pretty good mates with was on life support and not going to live through the night…mark was still in ICU and Chris was not looking good. I was like fuk I got to get home.
When me and a mate got to the Hospital we were told that Jarred was fine and was talking, but unfortunately that Mark had died………it was like wat the fuk..it didn’t seem real..and it didn’t seem to have an affect..like what…you sure. So we went to see Jarred. He was awake but pretty fuked up and sad, he had also been told that Mark had died. So as we were with him my phone is going fukin nuts and ppl are trying to find out what is happening and I am telling them “yeh mark has died this is fuked” we then got another phone call saying Mark is fine, he is in ICU and talking. By this stage we are like fuk this lets go check if he is. So we left Jarred and down we went to find him and there is he pretty banged up but talking none the less. As we were leaving we spoke to a few other people about chris, who was at the royal melbourne, and they said that he was in a bad way but he is a fighter and was in surgery.......
The whole thing just seems fuked, like I am only close to Jarred really but still would see the others a bit. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if this happened to me or my really close mates. I was looking at pics of all the boys on my computer and just thinking fuk man that guy is dead...wtf??? The thing that has got me fuked is the I cant stop thinking about it….you hear about shit like this all the time and you just brush it off…but when it happens to people you know it is all different………
The crash happened at around 1.30 on Friday night and it wasn’t until 5.00pm on Saturday that I found out. I was down hilling at Narby when I got the phone call. First thing that came to mind was fuk, what the fuk, you know it can happen, and you know that with the people you hang out with and the stupid things that you do it is only a matter of time but you just think nah fuk that it wont happen to me. All the information that was going around was not accurate at all, fare from it, and not really stuff that you can throw around either. I got told that Jarred, who I am pretty good mates with was on life support and not going to live through the night…mark was still in ICU and Chris was not looking good. I was like fuk I got to get home.
When me and a mate got to the Hospital we were told that Jarred was fine and was talking, but unfortunately that Mark had died………it was like wat the fuk..it didn’t seem real..and it didn’t seem to have an affect..like what…you sure. So we went to see Jarred. He was awake but pretty fuked up and sad, he had also been told that Mark had died. So as we were with him my phone is going fukin nuts and ppl are trying to find out what is happening and I am telling them “yeh mark has died this is fuked” we then got another phone call saying Mark is fine, he is in ICU and talking. By this stage we are like fuk this lets go check if he is. So we left Jarred and down we went to find him and there is he pretty banged up but talking none the less. As we were leaving we spoke to a few other people about chris, who was at the royal melbourne, and they said that he was in a bad way but he is a fighter and was in surgery.......
The whole thing just seems fuked, like I am only close to Jarred really but still would see the others a bit. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if this happened to me or my really close mates. I was looking at pics of all the boys on my computer and just thinking fuk man that guy is dead...wtf??? The thing that has got me fuked is the I cant stop thinking about it….you hear about shit like this all the time and you just brush it off…but when it happens to people you know it is all different………
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