Lost

Chapter 4

(Hey guys! Sorry I have not updated in like two weeks! I have been so busy with exams and things like that :/. I might not be able to post until summer, but then I will be posting a lot more!)

I head on to the interstate to try and get to the dorms. There are other ways, but this is the fastest one. My phone buzzes and know better than to check my phone while driving, but what if it is Kim? I need to check it.

*Please hurry up!* She texts.

*Okay, I am almost...

I hear this noise coming from the side of my car, I look to where the noise just happened, and I am thrown sideways with heavy force. The seatbelt has burned my skin, I am sure of it. The air bag pops out from the wheel, hitting me in the face. I hear a crunch, knowing that it just smashed my nose. I try my best to dredge all of the glass that is thrown at me. My car flips two times before landing into a ditch. When I look around, I see my car is crumpled, I have a smashed hood, glass cuts all over my body, and blood all over my leather seats.

What just happened? Other cars stop and try to help me out of my car. The top of it is completely smashed, making it hard to get out. After I got out and they lifted my car out of the ditch, I see a familiar figure standing farther back, walking towards me.

Oh my god, it's Tim. Tim was in my 12th grade class. He asked asked me to prom, and I denied the invitation. Why the hell did he smash my car. That's the only thought going through my head at this moment.

"Hey there Brook, remember me?" He asks in a way that turns my blood to ice.

"Why the hell did you smash my car?" I try my best to be polite, but it's clearly not working, he just smashed my freaking car!

"Whoops I guess we all make mistakes, like the one you made for not going to prom with me!" What the hell, is he going act like a child over this. God, I am beyond mad now.

"Can't you open your eyes Tim, I... Don't... Like... You!" I say slowly so he can soak it in.

"Okay, but you could have still gone with me to the dance!" He raises his voice.

"You know what... No what the hell do you think this is... I am not a kid okay, I don't have time for these childish games. I have places to be. Actually my roommate was having an emergency, but now it is delayed because of you. I should be thanking you for this wonderful time, really, so THANK YOU FOR WASTING MY GOD DAMN TIME AND SMASHING MY GOD DAMN CAR!!" I say sarcastically, but I don't care, he needs to know this was over the line.

"It was my pleasure, and I can't wait to see you again." He says with a smile that make me want to throw up. I know how much of a bitch he could be, but this beyond immature. Did he have to stoop to that level? I try and get all of the thoughts in my head organized when he passes me in his car and sticks a shiny object out of his window. I swear to god if he does what I think he is, I might have to kill him.

"Just as a last, well maybe not a last, goodbye!" He says with that smile as he runs his car keys across my black car, making a line all the way across the side of it. Why is he doing this to me, what did I do to deserve it?

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When I make it to the dorms, Kim is on the floor, passed out. I go up to her and check for vital signs. My blood turn to ice. There are none. I imimeatily pull out my phone and call 911.

"Hello, 911 speaking, what's your emergency?" The operator says in a calm tone.

"Um yes hi, my roommate is passed out and she has no signs of life. What do I do?" I say, really rushed to get an answer out.

"What's your address, we will send medical help right away." He says in a calm voice, why is she not freaking out also, Kim could be dead... I hope to god not.

After about 20 minutes of waiting, they arrive and bang on the door. When I open it, the people are rushing into my dorm to see what is wrong with Kim.

"Yeah, we have to take her to the hospital." This is terrible, just terrible, it's all my fault, if I did not get into that wreck, it would of been okay.

"What's your name?" One of the people ask me.

"Um..." I forgot my name. How?

"Here look into the flashlight." Why is he asking me that?

"Yup she has a concussion, let's take her with us also." Great, just great. I thought I felt bad when I saw Kim in the floor, now I have to ride with her in an ambulance. What a day. I am put into the ambulance along with Kim. The ride feels like 10 hours instead of 10 minutes. My head is hurting so bad, I try and sleep, but no sleep comes. By the time we get there, my head and nose are literally killing me. When the nurses and doctors rush us through the doors, we get a lot of looks from the doctors and other patients.

Once the doctors got me into the room, they hooked me up to a ton of different things. It's a really weird feeling. After what seems like hours of stabbing and poking things in to my arms and legs, I black out.