She was the Human

Chapter 3 - Lives on the line

Warnings - death, survivors guilt, cussing
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I was in and out of consciousness seeing bright lights and hearing people talking. I couldn't move and things flashed though my head causing me to scream out.

"It's okay your going to be okay" a voice said but I didn't recognize it

"Mom...dad" I shouted through blurred vision

Then I passed out again
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Narrators POV

Her parents rushed into the hospital after having dropped Callie off at the neighbors so she could be watched.

"Trinity Greenwood where's she?" Hayley said to the front desk

"She's in surgery it's been touch and go but she's going to be fine" the doctor said coming out of the back door

"What about her friends?" Jason asked

"I believe two didn't make it I'm sorry" the doctor said

Hayley noticed her closest friend and her husband balling their eyes out. She knew then that harden didn't make it he was one of the two. She saw two unknown parents that seemed familiar also crying hard and that had to be the other parents. Hayley rushed over to her friend and they hugged each other tightly.

"He's gone Hayley he's gone" Sandra said through her sobs

"Oh Sandra, Keith I'm so sorry" Hayley said

"What are we going to do?, how do you tell this to Trinity" Keith said

"We can't not right away" Jason said

The scene was playing out just how fate made it but it wasn't a good way to die. Trinity was in surgery along with Jessica and Alison as well. Until the doctor came out and went to another family Jessica didn't make it either now it was Alison and Trinity left to survive. Jamie hadn't made it out either he died on impact and harden and Jessica died in the surgery room. This was going to be beyond hard for Trinity and Alison to live through afterwards. So when Trinity got out of surgery they rushed to her room.
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Two days later

Trinitys POV

I opened my eyes to brightness all around causing me to groan and then hiss in pain when I tried to move. I tired to lift my arm but couldn't nor could I move my legs and it all hurt.

"Mom....dad" I called panicked

"Oh sweetie we're here, we're right here?" My Mom said

When they finally became clear in my eyes I remembered what happened. I remember looking in the car seeing my friends dying and the trucker was simply okay.

"Jamie, harden, Alison and Jessica are they alright" I asked

"Honey I'm harden, Jessica and Jamie they" dad began

"No...no no no" I cried shaking my head but hissed at the feeling of something tearing

"Honey you need to be careful your stitches will break open if you move too much" mom said rushing to my side

I pushed her away and screamed out in pain as I felt the stitches rip back open.

"I...they aren't dead your lying stop fucking lying" I shouted

The doctors had to rush in and restrain me so that they could fix my stitches. I thrashed around and cried as the memories of that night played over in my head. I was scared and angry at myself and the world around me. Alison they never said she didn't make it so where was Alison right now. When I finally came to that realization she walked into the room or was wheeled in.

"Trinity I'm so sorry" she cried

"Alison oh thank goodness your alright" I said

"Your not, you took it worse than me" she said
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After that fateful day me and Alison became close and attached at the hip not gonna lie. Where she went I went and we made new friend named Hannah she was sweet but knew nothing of what happened. I didn't stop my drinking or smoking in fact it only got worse and now I had a scar that looked while two claws going from my neck. Down my shoulder, arm and across my stomach as well. It hurt when I tried to move until it started to heal and it left that scar that would remain forever. No one dared to talk to me or Alison about what happened it was all over the news in California too. It was hard losing my boyfriend and myself best guy friend my childhood friend that is.

I cried and cried for days and weeks even, having the recurring nightmares about the accident. But as a couple weeks went by then a month or two Alison was better while I was working on it. I don't know how she just doesn't feel the pain or if she does anything to stop it. But after the third month of being attached at the hip we began to distance ourselves. She made new friends while I became known as the loner and crazed kid in school. Mom and dad tried moving schools but that didn't work in fact things got worse so here I was in a rehab facility trying to get better.

Onto seventeen and things were terrible for me at this stupid place. I hated it, I hated detoxing and I hated no cigarettes or drinking I hated it all. So I resorted to other things like fighting or punching the walls. The therapist says it's part of the detoxing in my system and I'm finding other ways to cope. But without the use of drugs or alcohol the nightmares came back and I'd scream in my sleep. Eventually after two months I was better no drugs or alcohol what so ever. Of course I hid the occasional cigarette here and there but that was just nicotine not the harder things.
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Authors note -

Nothing much to say here carry on