Girl On Fire

3

"My truck. My truck is on fire." Was all I could bring myself to say while staring with blurring vision. It was hard to make out but I could tell it was my truck over there on fire. I wanted to cry but my body was in too much of a shock to allow it, so I sat with a blank stare on my face.

Everyone was talking to me but it all sounded like a bunch of white noise. I couldn't make out anything. I didn't even know who these people were but the smell of alcohol was strong in the air. Not like I really could look at them, I left the house without contacts or my glasses. I drove literally blind with rage, and a cold.

"Yes, it is on fire, but how are you?" A man asked me, emphasizing on the 'you'. I heard his question but I couldn't process it properly. Everything is blurred.

"My tickets." I mumbled, putting my face into my hands. One of my hands burned but I didn't focus on it. My entire body felt like it was on fire.

I spent a lot of money on those tickets. I was nice enough to buy Ashley one, and she just took them! That's the last time I'm ever gonna talk to that bitch. If I ever come across her again, I'm going to jail.

"Tickets?" A man in front of me said. I nodded with my hands still on my face. His voice sounded familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Would it be in inappropriate if I asked tickets for what or?" The same voice asked to the other person. It sounded incredibly familiar but I couldn't figure out who. I heard a quiet 'no' from one of the men and the rebuttals of 'why not'

"Greta, it was for Greta Van Fleet." I said, coming back from my shock. I rubbed my face with both my hands, dirty from the truck. The one who asked laughed in response to me only answering his question.

"Well that's a little ironic." Someone said.

I wondered why they would say that, wondering if they were also going to see them at the same time I was and that it was just ironic.

I slowly raised my head up at the men in front of me, staring at them with strained eyes. I realized I haven't really looked at them, yet.

I turned to the man next to me who kept asking me questions, and there he sat. Danny was right there besides me, sweaty and smiling awkwardly, with his long hair pulled back into a very sloppy bun, frizzy. I quickly put my hands back to my face and groaned, it finally clicking and bringing me back to a fully conscious state.

"Oh my god." I groaned. You're fucking kidding me. Danny gave a small chuckle, patting my back. I was caught completely off guard.

"Surprised!" I assumed was Josh who cheered. I let out a chuckle from his response, let alone from the situation too.

"This is not how I imagined meeting." I laughed. The rest of them chuckled. Suddenly the sound sirens and tires in the dirt rolled up to us, knowing it was time to be questioned by the ambulance and a very large bill that will put me more in debt.

The boys moved out of the way to let the paramedics take over and help me, which saddened me a bit because I wanted to talk to them before they would leave. Hopefully they don't leave right away when everything's done. I would like to get a picture with them or something.

I chuckled to myself at the thought of getting a picture with the boys, fresh after a car accident. That would be a very interesting story to tell if I had some fucking friends.

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I got asked a lot of questions, of course. I answered them all truthfully as they wrapped a blue blanket around my shoulders. My adrenaline was wearing off and I starting to get tired.