Saving the Outcasts

Chapter 6: An Awful Surprise

I screamed when I saw the tragic seen. I noticed that there was a care jammed into a telephone pole, leading from behind that car was skid marks. Mom gasped and ran into the house to call 911. James came fumbling down the stairs, "What's going...." he stopped when he saw the flipped car, "Is that..?"

"Elliott's." I finished the sentence for him. My eyes were burning and I had a tight knot in my throat. A tear slipped from my eye followed by a few more. I ran towards his car crying, "Please, Elliott, live." I stayed a few yards away from the car. I could get a good look at it now. The back seemed to have been rammed by the other car. I also noticed a large patch of ice. In Vermont you had to be careful because of ice and snow in the winter time. I could feel Grant's warm breaths on the back of my neck as he stood behind me. Elliott's car must've been rammed then he slipped on the ice falling off the road into a small ditch where it rolled over. The tires were deflated, the driver's side windows were smashed, and the top was practically smashed.

Some of the neighborhood kids were coming out of their houses to see what happened. I was sobbing, my back heaving with every breath. I was bent over with my hands over my face. Elliott, I thought, Please, Im begging you, just live! Just stay strong, please! I felt tight arms wrap around and I looked up to James. I put my face into his chest and continued to sob, "It's okay," James whispered into my ear gently," It's okay."

I closed my eyes softly, taking deep breaths. The last thing I remember hearing is sirens getting louder and louder.

I woke up laying in my violet bed. I was under the blankets, but stil in the clothes from last night. The sun was peaking over the house across the street, it's rays found their way into my window. I looked outside and saw Elliott's car sitting upright. What happened last night came flooding back to me.

(Her thoughts) I went out with Grant and Elliott. We ate, went shopping, and went to Monkey Joes. We came to my house. Dad and Mom met Grant. Elliott got into a horrible car wreck. He may not be alive.

I looked around my dark purple room. My perfectly white dresser, the white bed side table. The small white computer desk and chair with matching purple computer. My walk in closet full of clothes and shoes. The small love seat with the small flat screen TV across from it. I collapsed in the small couch. Why Elliott? I felt tears returning to my eyes, when I heard a knock on my door. I stood up on shaky legs and opened it. It was my special needs group. Every single one of them.

Clarie was on crutches, her bottom lip was quivering. "The h-hospital c-called your m-mom." she stutterd trying to hold back her tears. "E-Elliott is..."she broke into tears as I lead all of them in.

"Elliott is what?" I asked Seth while everyone found a seat.

Seth's brown eyes were full of sadness, "He is in a coma."Seth's voice got quieter and quieter as he spoke.

Grant was with them as well. He walked over and sat down beside me. He sighed softly showing how depressed he was, "This is terrible..."he muttered.

I gave him a reassuring hug, "It's all okay." I whispered to him. But on the inside I wasn't sure if this was going to be okay.