Chloe
One moment I'm trying to sleep all my troubles away as I'm curled up and holding my best friend Aimee close to me and the next moment I couldn't remember anything that occurred. It was like everything that happened between that and waking up were faded from my memory. In a way I think it was a blessing in disguise since I probably endured an awfully lot of pain.
I'd woken up clutching the side of my head and feeling salty tears pouring in a heavy stream down the side of my cheeks. The side of my head felt really sticky and when I tore my hands away I'd discovered a wet, red substance. Undoubtedly it had to be blood. It smelled of iron and I could feel more trickling down the side of my head. There's no way that it would be anything else. I don't know what else would be possible for the moment.
I shuddered in a numbing pain and decided to glance around me. There were several bodies of men laying in a heap of dirt and grass and a girl who resembled my best friend Aimee but covered in broken shards of glass and blood. There was a car door ripped directly off the side of an SUV a matter of inches away from my legs and directly under me there was a car tire that threatened to move and squash me if I didn't get out of the way and quickly.
Over all it was a very dangerous situation and I wanted to move out of the way, but I could hardly have a chance of moving without squishing the blonde-haired guy, I believe Skyler? Or it could've been Colby- I'm not seeing the straightest right now so, that is directly next to me.
I carefully pulled my jacket off and over my shoulders, clutching it to my head to capture any more blood that would escape, before I slowly shook the guy gently by the shoulders. He looked knocked out and I needed him to move so I wouldn't die. He could actually move unlike me right now.
"Please wake up." I spoke quietly, sniffling in pain and the tears that were building in my vision, making it even more impossible to see my surroundings.
The boy's breath increased in rate before he let out a groan and fluttered his eyes open. "W-where are we?" He moved his fingers through his mussed up hair, letting out another groan of pain as he tried to lay back and knock the pain out of him. "I've never been in this much pain before and I think I'm supposed to have a concert tonight or something? The boys are counting on me to play my guitar so I just..."
Ah, so it was Colby. Clearly he blocked out the fact that we were kidnapped and put in a serious situation with the car crashing out of control, but maybe that's a good thing? He won't have to relive every day for the rest of forever everything that happened. Although I suppose we should tell him so he doesn't feel crazy...
"Colby. Stop." I ordered impatiently, blocking him from speaking and rambling any longer. "I need you to set yourself up and walk out of here, no matter how much pain you are going through. I am going to actually be killed if you don't move in about, oh I don't know, thirty seconds or so." I looked over at the tire, widening my eyes in full-blown panicked mode. There's no way I could move a thirty pound tire, not in this state. Maybe if I wasn't injured at all or in the position I'm currently stuck in I had a chance. Clearly that was not today. The tire was beginning to slowly roll towards me and it was moving closer and closer by the second, that's why he really had to move.
Colby glanced behind me and widened his eyes as well when he noticed the state I was in. I think it dawned on him everything that had happened. With a wince he quickly pulled himself to his feet, looking around him so he didn't injure anyone else in the process, before leaning forward and using his strong muscles to give me a lift onto my feet.
Once I was up, I nearly collapsed again from my unknown injuries and with a whimper, I pressed my hand to my leg. "T-there is no way that I'm walking around Colby, I'm too hurt for this. And I don't think you're exactly fit for it either right now, so hopefully one or two of the other boys is perfectly alright enough to help us out."
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