(A/N- This is my first short story, so if it's not very good then I'm extremely sorry.)
I touch my head, and feel that my hair is soaked with some sort of warm liquid. What is it? It's too dark to see, and it's so quiet. I bring my hand up to my nose. It's blood. Where am I? I smell smoke and I can hear the crackling of fire, but I can't move. I'm trapped, but trapped in what? I struggle, trying to break loose from whatever is holding me in, but it doesn't budge. I feel something heavy on top of me, pushing down on my body. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I can hear someone else's shallow breathing, but I don't know who it is. I don't even know how I got here. I think I'm in a car, but how can I be sure? All I remember is a scream, and then everything went black.
Now I hear a siren. Does this mean they're coming to save me? Footsteps. I hear footsteps. I try to twist my head around, but the pain is too much to handle. It feels like knives piercing my spine, causing me to cry out in pain. I move my hand around, and it lands on something warm. Is it a person or something else? Now I can see a glint of light, and I can hear voices. Should I try to call out to them or should I save my energy because I don't have much more?
"Ma'am, are you alright?" A man appears in the window, and the flashlight glows right in my face. I try to speak, but I can't. The words just won't come out. Then he flashes the light on the person beside me whose arm I am still touching. He lays still. Too still. Thats when I remember that I couldn't hear the shallow breathing anymore. Thats when I remember what happened.
I was driving on the interstate, and we were singing along to my favorite CD. I wasn't paying enough attention. I was stupid. The other car came off the ramp, but I didn't see it. I was too busy acting silly. I should have been more careful. I should have watched where I was going. Why didn't I listen to my mom when she always told me to keep my eyes on the road? We ran straight into the other car. He screamed, and so did I. The last time we would ever do anything in unison.
"He's gone," I hear an unfamiliar voice say. I scream, and then I feel myself being lifted. I'm being layed on the ground. It's wet, and cold. I killed him. I killed my only brother. Not on purpose, but it was my fault. I can feel the tears streaming down my face. I'm trying to get up, but my body won't move. It's like I'm paralyzed. I hear a familiar voice, and then arms holding me down. I open my eyes, and see my mother standing over me. "It's going to be okay," she speaks calmly, and strokes my cheek. I can see the tears welling up in her eyes, but she holds them back. "I'm....sorry," I choke out, my voice hoarse and barely a whisper, and then everything goes black, again. I'm glad shes the last thing I see.
I'm a Directioner!
I ♥ Liam Payne
I love puppies
I dislike you with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns.
Hope you don't mind.