INTROVERT

///FIVE///

I woke to screams ringing through my ears. It took me a minute to realize that they were mine, and that me and everyone around me were either bleeding or running around with a blurry red, blue, and white light swirling around behind them. I tried to move my neck to see what was going on, but instead felt a sharp pain in an enlarging wound. Once again, there were shards of glass buried in my skin, but across my leg instead of my foot. "Hhelppphhh..." I mumbled. The people near the bright lights I discovered were doctors and surgeons, and were all now looking at me. "She's breathing! Jen, bring her into the car!" A pretty, red haired lady was then picking me up an running me onto a hard, uncomfortable bed. "Hang in there." She whispered to me before she ran back. Through the dark window I was able to analyze two smashed cars, one looking like Kinse's. Then Kinse. He was limp, and obviously dead, hanging over the torn car seat. "KINHHHH!" I managed to yell out. He had no reply, but a few doctors began to surround me, but with another girl. Long, light blue hair, followed by a tall but chubby body, and a bleeding scar running down her leg. She must've been in the other car. "Check their pockets, see if the lil' blue has any relatives to call." One of the doctors said. I stifled a laugh about the doctor's nickname "lil' blue.". Soon they pulled out a cell phone, and called the first number on speed dial, also on speakerphone. "Dominoes Pizza, what can I get you?" Jen sighed. "Typical teenager..." She muttered. After calling number 4 on speed dial, they'd finally reached her dad. "Hello, is this Paul, um, Boyd?" I heard her say as she walked closer to the blue haired girl's car. But she wasn't my biggest worry, Kinse was. "Kinse. Please be okay." It was the first thing I had said in a whole that wasn't followed by grunts and murmurs. Suddenly, the blue haired girl spoke. "Shut up, you're going to get us in trouble. You know, just talking to yourself won't help you heal." "Oh, sorry..." I whispered. She was now looking at me, smirking, and then she started laughing. For a crude personality, she had a pretty nice laugh. "I-I didn't say anything funny." I told her. "Sylvia. Sylvia Boyd." Sylvia was now sitting up, hand out, acting as if her leg wasn't tremendously bleeding. "Um, Eda." "Eda." She said. "Eda. Pisces, favorite color red, guitarist." I was shocked, too shocked to tell her my favorite color was actually purple. "It's a gift." Sylvia continued. "Plus you had a guitar case next to you in the car, you know, before the accident." I wanted to ask her of what she knew about what happened, but all that could come out was, "It's purple. But cool."