The Dirt (Your Version)

Chapter 9- The Accident

Slowly, your eyes began to flutter open, but everything was blurry and smoky. The sharp tang of gasoline and burnt rubber filled the air as you blinked trying to clear your vision only to be blinded by bright red and blue flashing lights.

In the stretched-out seconds that followed, every detail was becoming horrifyingly clear.

Vince crashed the car.

Shock ripped through you, icy and paralysing. Your hearing suddenly came back all at once like a switch had been flicked. Sirens wailed loudly in the distance, and you found yourself shaking, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away allowing the pain to seep through.

The entire right side of your body felt like it was on fire. Blood was plastered to the side of your face, matting in your hair and trickling down your neck, warm and sticky. Your right arm was cut open in various places, blood and glass covering your skin.

Your thoughts tumbled over each other in a frantic whirl as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

Ignoring your throbbing body, you pushed yourself up from where you had fallen between the seats and surveyed your surroundings. Cold fear wrapped around you, constricting your breath as you took in the sight of your destroyed truck. The impact had crumpled the entire passenger side of the car like a piece of paper. The spiderweb of cracks sprawled across the windshield obscured your vision of the outside, but it wasn't the outside you were worried about.

It was Vince.

Was he okay? Was Razzle okay?

Your heart pounded in your chest like a wild drum, each beat echoing your rising panic.

"V-Vince?" You tried to call out, but your voice was nothing but a cracked whimper.

Suddenly the back of your brother's head popped up from the driver's seat as he slowly looked around taking in the carnage around him. The radio continued to play cheerfully in the background, a stark contrast to the scene of destruction.

"Y/N? Are you- fuck. Are you okay?" Your brother groaned glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

Your eyes met Vince's, his face ashen and terrified, mirroring your own fear.

"I... I don't know." You mumbled wincing as you reached up and touched your face, your fingertips coming away stained bright crimson.

Blood trickled down from your forehead blinding your vision momentarily as you blinked away the sudden redness in your eyes. Pieces of shattered glass lodged in your right arm twinkled menacingly in the streetlights. The spilled alcohol over the backseat now seeping into the old leather seemed absurdly irrelevant in the face of destruction as you dipped your head back and closed your eyes trying to get your breathing under control.

"Wake up, man. Raz, wake up." Vince's broken voice spoke through the deafening silence. "Hey. Wake up, man!"

Your eyes snapped open at your brother's voice. His head was down looking at something and you forced yourself to shift in the backseat despite your aching body screaming at you in protest. You leant over the front seat with a wince and what you saw had your entire body freezing like ice.

Razzle was dead in Vince's lap.

He was dead.

In a blur of motion, police, paramedics and firefighters swarmed over the crash scene.

It all happened so fast.

Razzle was pulled out through the side window of the wreck. His body lifeless and unmoving in the arms of the paramedics. Vince was helped out through the same window and the firefighters managed to cut away the broken backdoor to get to you.