Walking Disaster

Chapter 1 - The Crash

It was December 15th, 1999, I was with my mom, dad, and best friend Casey, We were going to see my grandpa and then get Christmas stuff, like a tree and light. My grandpa was in the hospital because he's a veteran and he tried to commit suicide because of his PTSD, I really wanted to see him. It never got to happen the right way. We were on a highway, like I75 or something, I barely remember what happened before, but I remember everything that happened after and during. It was 10:31 AM, It was a Friday. There was a motorcycle and a semi-truck. None of them stopped, but we did. Another car behind us didn't stop and slammed into us, we stopped because the motorcycle and semi-truck were about to crash right into eachother, they did, they slammed right into eachother, the guy on the motorcycle flew off, and landed on the semi-truck, the car behind us slammed into the side of us, the semi on the other and the motorcycle in the front of us, the semi-truck had still crashed into the motorcycle but we ended up crashing right beside them. My best friend, Casey, was freaking out, he had no clue what was going on. I passed out, I had no clue why, but I did. When I woke up there was paramedics right above me, they were both male, one was about 6'4 , brown hair, blue eyes, his shirt was blue and his pants were black, he had on a pair of boots, like work boots, but they were clean, no dirt or mud on them anywhere. The other paramedic, he looked about 5'10, blonde hair, kinda cute, red shirt, black pants, pair of boots, work boots, cleaner than my grandma's house. I got into the ambulance even though I didn't want to, I asked them where Casey was, they told me he was fine and he was already on the way to the hospital. I wanted to be with Casey. I didn't care if I died. I wanted to be with Casey. All I wanted was Casey. Casey. Just Casey. I knew he was scared. I just knew. I needed to be with him. I needed to tell him he will be okay. It had to be me. It had to.