near death experience which scared my to death regardless.

The excitement was enough to push me to leave. I left in such a hype. I was going home for the weekend before Christmas! I had packed and organised the first part of the weekend, before I'd have to come back and work. Everything was thought out. Some plans where missed out, which saddened me but put things into perceptive.

I grabbed my bottle of coke and started the voyage back home. I felt amazing, my belongings in the boot and a random variety of thoughts came into my head. The coke didn't help, it made me overly excited but fit the emotion perfectly. 

After taking the wrong turning off the motorway I undertook a massive loop. Now I was back on track, I could see the motorway in sight. The Bendy corner was icey, I wish I had known this. I was going to fast. My hand hesitated and moved the steering to fast. 
My tires screeched and I couldn't focus. My heart threw itself into my mouth and my stomach hid behind my bones. It curled up trying to protect itself. The time sped up.
I was going around the corner faster than sonic (only 60mph) and naughtily I was supposed to be only going 40. 

My tires smoked and the car swivelled around at a 180 degree angle. I sat there in horror looking at the left side of the car. I questioned the damage.

My breaths where short and I shook like I had parkinson's. I turned the car around and reached hastily for the hazard lights. My hand grabbed my phone. My fathers voice calmed me down and I got out of the car and looked at the damages. I was shaken up but that didn't stop me being curious. I moved my car forward and there were no damages. It was luck. 

I knew if I hit the side fence I would of been a goner. My thought process sped up mid event but luckily my little saxy was unharmed. I was scared but my car was still in tact. until I got up to 60 again. my car shook harder. Worse than I did earlier.. my tracking had blow up.