Worst Moment of my Entire Life

Maybe it is too early to call this the worst moment of my life, but the way I'm feeling right now...I did just experience the worst moment of my life.

Leading up to this, I finally got to see "Up" with a few friends from the Tri-Valley YSA ward. I loved it! I especially loved the short before the movie...I think I was laughing the loudest in the theater which usually never happens...I'm hard to please.

Afterward, we got food and made plans for the night. We were going to go to this skate rink party where you dress up in silly costumes, but we decided that before we went we should go to this creepy water tower near an old monastery. It was still light outside so I agreed to it, I love scary movies and that kind of thing!

We drove up this big mountain and starting hiking to this place. No one told me we would be doing some steep climbing and I soon became extremely parched. I climbed the ladder up the tower and started feeling really sick because I was so dehydrated (stupid salty cured meats on my Quizno sub for dinner!) and told people I needed to go back. Everyone just thought I was making excuses for not going inside the water tower, but I explained, with NO saliva in my mouth, that I NEEDED water. One guy volunteered to take me back, in the dark creepy woods with no light, and I have never been happier to drink water.

The rest of the crew eventually showed up and I still wasn't feeling very good for some reason with the mix of dehydration, queesiness, and no one listening to me about feeling sick earlier. We start driving down the mountain and the driver is driving faster than normal. The passenger seat driver is like "Hey take it down a notch around these turns we don't want to get in a crash." I thought to myself, yaaa let's keep it safe! Because we all know Becca loves safety these days. As we come around the corner, my eyes fall on the worst scene I have ever scene. A car is crashed into a fence on the side of the road, the driver looks unresponsive with blood coming down his face propped up on the steering wheel. Another two bodies under the car and sprawled a few feet from the side. One kid is outside the car crying. We come to a screeching halt. I am frozen. I have always pictured myself in these situations as playing the character of 'the hero' who comes in and saves the day with my small amount of medical knowledge. But I couldn't move. I couldn't find my phone to call 911 and our driver jumped out of the car freaking out. Eventually he came back and was like "We should just go. They are all drugged out." I started crying, 'WHAT?? We can't just leave them here? We need to help them!!" The girl next ot me is laughing, and I am shocked at her reaction.

Then guys run up to the car laughing. Everyone starts laughing and inform me that it was just a joke and they 'got me.' It was the driver's younger brother and his friends. I am speechless and just start bawling. They feel really bad and assure me it was just fictional, but I explain to them that that was the worst thing I have ever seen because I have worked on a Trauma floor with patients who have told me stories about their car crashes, some of which have taken a fiancee, husband, or child. This prank hit home way to much. I passed on the skate party, and started driving home and sent an emergency text off to my big brother, Jeff, and called the person I always seem to call crying, my sister Laura. I explain everything but am barely able to breathe because I am so worked up. I am terrified to go home to a huge empty house at night, and especially on this night because I allowed my younger brother Dave to sleep at a friends. My parents are gone to Europe, and because I am suppose to be a mature 22 year old, I am in charge of watching over Dave and the house. Laura tries to calm me down the best that one could do, but I really just either want to drive to Jeff's house and sleep there or call Dave to come home.

I park my car and walk up to my house, and every shadow seems to scare me. I throw on 'Scrubs' to try and lighten my mood, but tears kept rolling down my cheek, even though I wasn't crying, it just seemed to be unconscious. I text Dave about what's going on and ask if he could possibly come back due to my scaredness. He texts back saying it's no problem and he'll be home in 15 minutes.

I never thought my little brother would be the one to comfort me during a fictional problem, but like a mature young guy that he is, he wrapped his arm around me, let me talk it out, and hugged me numerous times. We just made Mac N Cheese and are currently watching 'Scrubs.' I feel better than when I started writing this post, so hopefully I won't have any nightmares tonight. But I am very grateful that I can count on my family to calm me down. It seemed like Laura, Jeff, and Dave played their roles perfectly and said all the right things. Reaffirming those facts will just make it easier for me to imagine my happy place when I fall asleep tonight, opposed to the gruesome scenes I saw earlier. Phew!