Revising my creative writing piece

My name is Annabelle. I was 6 yesterday but today I am 7! Yeah, that’s right, today it’s my birthday, August 5th! My mom bought me balloons and this polka dot dress. When it’s August 5th,  it’s all about me. Since it’s a special day, what could go wrong?!

I’m skipping over to the car with an ecstatic mood.  My mom and I are going to get my favorite burger at Wendy’s!

We get in and start to drive off.  My mommy puts on some music and my favorite song comes on! All of a sudden a truck comes out of nowhere that doesn’t stop and bammmm….My life flashed before my eyes and it wasn’t very long because I just turned seven.  The truck was as fast as an asteroid.

  I can barely breathe. I hear voices. I can’t tell where they’re coming from. I start to open my eyes. I see people looking over me. My head begins to throb and I start to get a headache from opening my eyes quickly. My vision was blurry.  Before I closed my eyes, I saw my mom on a stretcher a few feet away from me. Mom was as still as a statue. I couldn’t feel my face and I lifted my hands up and I felt dozens of bruises scattered on my body. I wake up in a bed that I am not familiar with. It’s hard and smelly. The room was as empty and sad as a jail cell. Five minutes later I see a figure charging into the room but I can’t figure out who it is. The movement comes closer and I can instantly recognize his elf like ears, It’s my dad! But, his eyes are filled with tears. I’ve never seen him like this before and I’m shook. He finally gets the breath to say “ Listen, Annabelle.. Um mom didn’t make it.”

“So she didn’t make it to Wendy’s? Should we wait for her?” Dad looked at me with a confused look, beginning to say, “No sweetie, she didn’t survive the car crash.”

The next thing I know, I hear an echo coming straight at me like an arrow. “Wake up, wake up, wake up,” dad said. I feel confused and heartbroken. I think to myself, I am going to grow up without a mom. I hear a familiar voice across the room, but how? Dad moves to the side and I see, sitting on another bed, my mom! I weep because my mom is actually alive. But, I’ve never felt the way I am feeling ever before in my life! I’m trying to remember what it feels like. I feel like my mom was reading a book about something that describes how I’m feeling I know it’s a word. I know what it is um ugh! I wonder what.. “what, what, what it;s-HALLUCINATING, that’s the word!” I must have been hallucinating.