AMA

**VERY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION. DO NOT READ IF YOU KNOW [THIS PERSON](http://www.nbcchicago.com/news/local/127064188.html) OR ARE SENSITIVE TO GORE**



I was in Chicago for Lollapalooza this weekend. We got back to our hotel around 11:00 PM and decided to go to the corner store for some Gatorade. My group crossed the street, and I was the last to get cross just before the light turned green for traffic (red hand for us).

As I stepped on to the curb I heard a blood curdling scream. At first I thought it was crazy Lolla kids screwing around, but as I was turning around to see what happened, it hit me that it probably was a bad scream. As I was still turning my head, and the scene coming into view, I could hear three loud snaps. It sounded like a tree getting knocked down by a wind storm.

I couldn't really tell what I was seeing at first. I thought, "Oh shit, that girl is getting her legs run over." I remember thinking it was really weird, because it looked to big to be her leg. It looked more like her thigh.

There was a [big utility truck](http://i.imgur.com/Jk2Or.jpg) (10-ton truck?) running this girl over. I saw the back two tires lurching over her and dropping, like it was running over a log.

As soon as I saw what was happening I ran back to the corner so I could cross and help her. A car got in my way and prevented me from immediately crossing, but once the car passed I could see what actually happened.

The girl's head had been run over. The three loud cracks I heard weren't her legs breaking, but her skull being crushed. I saw her head collapsing under the weight of the truck, not her thigh. The top of her head was facing me, and spilling out of it were her brains, following a line where the tire treads had carried them. Behind her was her bike, which she had fallen off, onto the road beneath the truck. Her scream had likely ended when her neck was run over.

I turned back to the rest of my group (my wife and two of our female friends) to prevent them from seeing all this. Unfortunately my wife and one of the other girls saw a glimpse of her. I escorted them out of view and went back to call the police and stop cars, etc.

The worst feeling was that there was nothing I could do to help. If it were just her legs, I could go do something for her. I've had some training for emergency situations so I feel like I could contribute, even if just to be there. But there wasn't anything I could do, no follow up, she was just dead.

I know that poor girl died and all her family and friends have had their life altered. I feel selfish for thinking about how it fucked *me* up pretty bad. I feel guilty just for seeing it. I wonder if I could have done anything differently that night to stop what happened. I still haven't told anyone about it and I couldn't stop thinking about it all weekend. I'm still constantly thinking about it now.

I just wanted to tell someone so it's not all trapped in my head. I've kept similar imagery trapped in my head before and it makes me feel worse that I can't tell anyone about it, so that's why I'm posting this story.