The hit, the run, the pain. Merome/Poofless/Vikklan

Chapter one

The hit, the run, the pain.

Images flashed my mind. Old photos, memory's, friends. Life was in my eyes. The road only made it seem shorter, more tender. You must take care of it. Not leave it out in a ditch to slowly fade. As if it was meant to stay in your hands.

An hour earlier

"Why are you packing all those clothes, Jerome? We are only going to Texas for three days." I throw a couple shirts into my suitcase including my red and black checkered hoodie.

"I know. Just being prepared." He zipped his suitcase up and grabbed his shoes. I checked our room one last time before grabbing my things and heading downstairs joining Lachlan, Vikk, and Rob.

"Ready boys?" Jerome asks, picking up the car keys from the coffee tables.

"Last check!" Rob yells, and everyone scatters the house. Lachlan comes back with his hat, Vikk with his phone, Rob with a scarf, and Jerome with his wallet. I came back empty handed. They all laughed at me.

"Whatever, lezz go!" I pick up my bags and head over to Jerome's truck, throwing the things in the back. In a matter of minutes, everyone was in the truck. Jerome driving with me in shotgun and the rest of the boys in the back. We are on our way to visit Preston. If anyones excited the most, it's Rob.

On the highway

We jammed out to 'Carry on Wayward Son' by Kansas. Everyone sang at the top of their lungs. Except Rob, who said he wanted to 'save his voice' for Preston. Whatever that means. "Carry on my wayward sooonn!" Everyone sang in unison. Bright lights shined behind us, making the road ahead of us much brighter. They came closer. Jerome payed no attention, but I was distracted by them. It looked like heaven was following us inches away. It only took five seconds to realize what was happening.

Pain struck my shoulder. My ears rung. I couldn't see, nor hear. The whole world flipped, and carried us in its arm. Like a mom cradling it's baby, but juggling said baby. Then it stopped. The ringing faded, I could see, and there was no more tossing. I let my sight come back to me. Faint crying came from behind. I turned my head ever so slightly, only to feel a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I take notice only to see glass in it. Blood tricked down my arm like a running faucet that didn't get turned off all the way.

The pain only grew every movement I made. From the corner of my eye, I could see an empty seat, and no door. To my right was a black figure, large in size. I couldn't see out my window. My pain numbs, and I can no longer feel my shoulder.

This gives me the queue to look behind me. Lachlan holds Rob in his arms. He has no expression on his face, as if his soul had been ripped from his body. Tears faded from Vikk's cheeks. He held onto Lachlan's arm. Maybe thinking if he let go, he'd never see Lachlan again. I tried speaking. Saying one thing to break this awful silence.

My voice was hoarse. I lifted my feet over the trucks console. Pain grips my left leg, and glass nips my hands. I make it into the drivers seat, looking out. The door is no where to be seen. I look back one more time at the boys. They all look like sitting angels, waiting to be free'd. I limp away from the truck. Turning around, there's an eighteen wheeler against the right side of the truck with no one inside it.

Flashing lights appear down the road from either side. One stops down the road a little, and another comes to the wreck. I find myself dragging to the ambulance far away. The lights become closer with every limp until medics sat me down on the back of it. One pulled the shard out my arm as the other wrapped my shin. I tried screaming in pain, but a sound did not escape my lips. They finished patching my wounds and walked around the ambulance.

Curiosity kills, they say. Which meant I'm about to die. I walk around the truck with bright lights to see a man in a green and blue jumpsuit, and medics leaning over a body. It didn't take long to figure out who's body it belonged to. My baby Jerome. My knees hit the ground inches from him. I cuffed his face with my hands. His bloody, bloody, face. He didn't flicker an eye. My hands felt numb against his frozen skin. The jump suit man was now being questioned by an officer. I payed no attention to the answers, I only needed Jerome to hear me. As before nothing was going to come from my lips. The medics pulled a stretcher over pulling it down and setting it next to Jerome. They hoisted him onto it, and pulled it back up. I tried getting into the ambulance, I really did. They closed the door, leaving me behind as an officer walks up to me.

He tried asking questions, but only started to get mad when I didn't answer. From a distance I could see Lachlan and Vikk sitting on the road with a blanket wrapped around their bodies. Rob was being taken away like Jerome. The officer lays his hand on my shoulder, and proceeds to ask a question out of stupidity, "Are you okay?" The words rung in my head.

"Am I okay? My best friends and I just got into a car crash, and two of them could be dead, yet you still have the audacity to ask if I'm okay?" My voice was no longer silent, no, I was raged.

My mind went blank, I straddled away from the man and the one who could have ended our lives. My body was going numb. Everything spun around me. Lachlan wrapped his arms around me. Though I was cold, the presence of Lachlan made me warm. I was layed down, a white ceiling appeared above me. One woman wiped my face with a cloth, the other putting a mask over my mouth and nose. It felt like the end.