Aunt Car Crush 4 min read

Do you remember my Aunt from my first experience? After that time she trampled me without knowing, I thought how much I could do without her noticing. One of the things I liked about her was her big pickup truck. It had very big tires and seemed pretty heavy. When she would leave for work (sometimes she has to let me stay alone at home) she would obviously drive to work. I would hide at the gate and place items under her car. My toy cars were her first victims. They would get flattened. Then my sister’s dolls. The ones with hard faces would actually pop and shatter. But she never cared.

One day, I had the idea of hiding under the truck to get a better look of the stuff getting crushed. I places my sandwich under the truck's tire and put my face right beside it. It was so satisfying to see the sandwich get completely crushed underneath her big tire. As she drove of, I inspected the sandwich. It was ingrained into the ground. As I looked at the tire tracks, I got an idea: What would happen, if I put my hand underneath her tire? I knew it would hurt, but I wanted it pretty badly.

It was early in the morning. She always thought I was sleeping when she left. She didn’t know that I would actually wake up before her, to catch her leaving. I snuck down the stairs and out of the house. There it was, her pickup. The tires were brand new. That means that their profiles were not worn out. I got down and laid under her truck. I thought about my plan. I would place my hand not directly to the car's tire, but in front of the car, to make it more exciting.

I waited until she got put. Her beautiful feet were in black boots with big heels. Every confident step she took towards the car made me more and more excited. She got into the car. Meanwhile I moved forward and put my hand a foot in front of her front tires. She started her engine and waited for some three minutes. Then I heard her handbreak release and getting into gear. Then she rolled forward. She wasn’t that slow. She rolled over my hand. It hurt, but nowhere near how much I anticipated.

Suddenly, before her rear tires drove past me, I hear her slam the breaks. She goes into reverse. She goes back. Her front tire rolls onto my hand and stops. My heart starts to raise like mad. I felt immense pain and adrenaline. She put her handbreak in and ran put of the car to the house. It seemed like she forgot something. As the tire is on my hand, my hand starts to slowly crumble under the weight. I felt the rocks underneath digging into my hand. I hear her run back into the car. I actually feel the weight difference when she gets in. I feel rescued as she gets into the gear and puts of the handbreak. But then something horrible happens!

She starts to steer the wheel while standing. My hand is slowly ground into the earth, with the rocks underneath. I feel like screaming but hold my mouth with my other hand. I see blood coming from underneath the tire. She then drives to the left. This means, that her rear tires aren’t going to follow the front ones. As I realize where they are going to roll, I feel the tire on my butt. The giant tire crushes my butt and hip as it slowly rolls over it. The weight probably broke a part of my hip. As it gets of, I feel a very sharp pain in that area. As she leaves, I actually start to scream.

Imagine me lying in the drive way, with a hand smushed to pulp and blood and a broken hip and crushed butt. I could barely get up. I eventually dragged myself into the house. I first put a kitchen towel around my hand to stop the bleeding. I then dragged myself onto my bed and fell asleep in the pain. I didn’t tell my Aunt or mother anything. I just lived with the pain until after 4 months my hip and hand started to heal. I did my best to hide the marks. My hand was especially hard to cover, but I somehow managed.