𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 [𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

Y/n's POV:

I groggily wake up dazed and confused. There is an inflatable or some shit against my face. Like a very puffy uncomfortable pillow. I try pushing it out of my face but it won't budge. Wait, is this an airbag? Am I still in Harper's car? Everything that led up to this replayed in my mind. I have to see if Harper's okay because I obviously can't due to a bounce house surrounding everything. I open the car door and throw myself onto the road. I stop to take the scene around me. Harper's black G wagon was make destroyed on the front and driver's side that I just got out of. I should be lucky I'm even alive. I quickly run over and open the door on the (thankfully) undamaged passenger side. I see Harper's in a similar position to how I woke up, face pressed against the airbag. I drag her out of her wrecked car and lay her on the concrete. She's still unconscious so I try checking for a pulse.

"Please don't be, please don't be, please don't be... "

I repeat this mantra as I check her neck and wrist for at least a sign of life.

She's alive.

"C'mon, c'mon wake up!" I order as I gently slap her over and over.

"C'mon, Harper, Harpie!" Nothing happens. So I drag her out next to the (thankfully) undamaged trunk of the car.

"Ahem... " I jolt, I didn't notice the police were there. I then suddenly notice all the sirens surrounding us. The cop looks at me.

"Hi, sir... " I start looking visibly nervous.

He gave me a look as if he was looking for an explanation from me. Dude, I don't have any, I just woke up.

"... when did this happen?" I finished.

"We just got the call about it about five minutes ago. We just closed down the road..." the cop replies.

"Do you think you need an ambulance for your friend here?" He gestured toward a still unconscious Harper.

"No sir, I don't think so, she still has a pulse," I explained to him. I continue;

"You know I have a right to know who hit our car? Where is she?" I feel my voice rising after every word.

"Ma'am, she's also unconscious when we got here, we'll talk to her when she wakes up, and..."

Before the cop could finish his sentence, behind him a black-haired woman drags her way out of the other car and collapses on the ground. The cop and I turn as she stands up. She looks at the cop, me, Harper then back to me. The woman was wearing a very oversized sweatshirt and shorts and she looked about my age.

She looked so familiar.

I continue to study her puffy eyes showing shock, anxiety, and guilt looking like she's going to just drop to the floor sobbing at any moment, and red stuffy nose. She looked like she was either going through a breakup or on her period. She was crying, but why? My gaze travels down to black tattoos all over her arm and it hits me.

It was her.

The one whose song Harper and I were just singing in the car.

It's fucking Nessa Barrett.