The Scars On Our Hearts (Glenn Rhee) *Completed*

Chapter 39

*Emmie's POV*

Pain, I felt pain.

Weak, I felt weak.

Tired, I felt tired.

I was laying in a liquid, but I wasn't sure what it was. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. My eyelids felt like they had weights attached to them, keeping my eyes tightly sealed. It took more time than it should've to get them open. At first my vision was completely blurry, the leaves on the trees all blurted together like an unfocused camera. I felt around on the ground before pushing myself up in a sitting position.

Big mistake.

A sharp pain cut through my head and made me cry out quietly, placing my bloody, wet hands on both sides of my head.

"Ow," I whispered softly to myself before taking in my surroundings. I was sitting in a small stream in the woods at the bottom of a hill. Then there was the car.....well I wouldn't even call it a car anymore. More than half of it was just a pile of junk scattered across the forest floor. The truck must've gone down the hill after I blacked out. Then it hit me.

I couldn't see anyone else. My jaw shook slightly as fear started to take over me.

No, don't let fear take over.

My hands reached out to hold onto a tree to my left, helping me stand up without putting much pressure on my ankle. I started to slowly limp over to the wreck when a gush of cold wind blew by, blowing the smoke from the car into my face. A violent cough escaped my lips as I finally reached the car.

I quickly dropped down to my knees and looked inside the broken window. "Mom, daddy, Dylan, Rosita...anyone....are you alive?" No response. "I'm gonna try to get you out anyway." I gulped at the sight, there was blood everywhere. Mom was slumped back in her seat, blood pooling at her stomach. Dylan was face down on the floor of the car so I couldn't tell, same with Rosita. "Daddy," I whispered to myslef and crawled as fast as I could to the back of what was left of the truck, where the tailgate was. The car was completely flipped so he was trapped under the tailgate. The only thing I could see was half of his arm sticking out from under it.

"Daddy, can you hear me?" I cried and took hold of his cold hand. "Squeeze my hand if you can hear me." I waited anxiously for him to do something, but nothing happened. "Come on!"

I held in my tears and made my way back over to the side of the car where mom was. She was the only one I could get out because of the shattered window making an entrance for her to be pulled out of. "Momma, I'm gonna get you out but you need to not be dead, and you need to wake up."

My hands wrapped around her cut up arms and I mentally prepared myself.

3....2....1

I leaned back on the ground and pulled as hard as I could. Then the thing I least expected happened. Moms eyes slowly opened and she cried out in pain as I continued to pull.

"Emmie, stop!" She yelled out. I dropped her arms and helped her sit up.

"What do we do?! Why haven't the rest of the group come after us yet?! What-" she cut me off by grabbing my shoulders clumsily.

"Emmie," she huffed out, obviously out of breath. Sweat kept dripping from her face. "Calm down.....you need to...." Her sentence trailed off and her eyes shut again. Mom sucked in another quick breath and fell back to the ground.

"Mom?" I asked and flipped her over. "No you can't do that! I need to what?! I need to what?!" I yelled out, my warm tears once again dripping down my face. "I don't know what to do, and I can't do this all on my own!"

Quickly, I pressed my fingers to the side of her blood covered neck. There was a pulse but it was faint. At least she's still breathing.

"Come on, Emerson," I told myself. "Do it! Save them!" The blurry vision gradually began to return as I grabbed onto moms arms again. "Perfect timing." At this point my breaths were short and extremely labored.

My eyes directed their gaze up to the steep hill I had to drag mom up. I took in another deep breath and once again braced myself for the pain I was about to feel in my ankle.

3....2....1

I pulled as hard as I could while stepping one foot up the hill. It was painful even with my good foot. "One step closer," I told myself. My teeth clenched together as I stepped with my bad foot. "Ahhh!"

The small beads of sweat and blood continued to slowly fall down my face and into my mouth. Surprisingly I made it halfway up the hill before something went wrong.

I went to step with my bad foot and put too much pressure on it. The next thing I knew, I was falling. "No!" I yelled out and grabbed onto a root sticking out of the ground. Breathing quickly, I turned back and look at mom who was still in my grasp. "Thank god."

I leaned my head back on the ground, gasping for air. "I can't do this anymore," I huffed and looked up at the blurry trees. "I think I'm gonna....gonna.....gon-" I couldn't make out anymore words. Little black spots filled my vision when all of a sudden a figure was hovering above me.

"Gotcha," a deep voice said.

A/N
I'm so so sorry for these bad chapters but I promise they will get better.