Death could be rebirth.

I came to in what felt like days it when I looked at my surroundings it was still the same night. The same fucking night. I just felt like I couldn't escape it, nor escape what had just happened. I still really couldn't figure what was going on, my head was still foggy from it getting smashed into my rough steering wheel.
"What the fuck happened?" I asked myself.
In honesty I knew exactly what happened I just couldn't believe it. The time in my car wasn't working, but neither was anything else. And when I tried moving my arm to check my wristwatch I found I couldn't move it.
I looked down, puzzled thinking to myself why couldn't I move my arms. Then when I tried to move my legs I couldn't either. Could I be paralyzed from the shoulders down? How would I live the rest of my life, If I even survived this?
It took me a second to realize, but when I looked down again I noticed something. I took noticed to all the blood in my car. On my wheel there was blood , my seats were drenched in it too. I finally looked down at myself and noticed all the wounds.

What the fucking hell did I do to myself? I was pretty much paralyzed and was bleeding like a stuffed pig. Then it hit me. The nausea, followed by drowsiness. These were the symptoms of blood loss. Major blood loss to be exact.
My only thought was to escape the car, cause at this rate, I was just a sitting duck in front of a hunters loaded gun. But how. How do I escape this wretched car when I can't even move my body? The only solution was to keep trying to move my body, or at least move my arms.

I tried and tried and fucking tried but it didn't seem to do much. I was really running out of options now.
"One more attempt, you can do it." I said trying to motivate myself.

I tried as fucking hard as my body would allow. Finally I saw movement in my fingers. Then I saw more movement in my arms. Now for my legs.
I pushed and pushed and finally got my feet to move around. But at this moment I was getting even more drowsy do to blood loss. I have to do something and now. I moved my arm to open the door, and with the strength that I could muster I pushed it open. Due to the wreck, it didn't open all the way, so I had to get out at an angle. I had to literally throw myself out to get out. Great. Fucking fantastic. So with all the remaining strength I possessed, I sawed back and forth and finally threw myself out.
"FUCKKK" I screamed.
I didn't feel the pain the wreck had actually caused until I hit the floor. The pain was intense and ever so real. I just didn't believe that this had happened.
I could tell my arm was fractured or at least so badly damaged along wit the other. My abdomen had a rather large cut, a very deep cut to be precise. That is where most of the blood was coming out of, but I wasn't sure how I got it. Finally I just rolled onto my back and looked at the stars, hoping and praying to the god I wasn't sure I believed in.
I looked at my watch 12:47. At 12:47 a 19 year old was killed, I thought. I don't think I could survive this, so much things I wanted to do in my life. So many past memories I would miss, along with the future I would have loved to live through, I wanted to die as an older man, but i guess we don't get what we always want. There were a lot of things i regret, a lot of things o definitely did not regret but that is over. Everything was over In a sense, I didn't think I could take any more of the pain and suffering of this injury. And it was definitely too severe to survive. I just wish I had a cyanide capsule to just kill myself immediately with. I put my head down and slowly let the cold take me, as I closed my eyes I said my final goodbyes.

"Goodbye my family, my mother my father, my older brother that I looked up to for everything. Goodbye all the friends that helped me and were always supportive of me. Goodbye everyone I cared about" I whispered.

I shut my eyes and went to sleep.

But what surprised me was that I actually woke up. I must be dreaming like a last dream before death, if that even existed. Or maybe I was in heaven, I never did anything bad so I wouldn't think I would be in hell. But it didn't seem like either because I felt a cold breeze tickle my nose. My nose seemed awfully weird but figured it was nothing. But I woke up in a Forrest, a luscious green Forrest. I swear it looked familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it. I tried to move but I couldn't. Matter of fact I couldn't do much actually all I could do was look around breathe and think, think to myself. There was still pain, but it seemed less aggressive. I just figured that all this was because I'm just not alive and have no bodily control. So i decided to gather my surroundings to try to determine where i was and how the pain was still there. I looked around and i saw trees trees and more trees. There was grass that was so fine, especially against my skin. But When i looked down to determine why i was still feeling pain, I couldn't believe what I saw. I had hooves.