So High School

Taylor to the rescue (or not) (pt1)

A/N another suggestion :)
Deciding whether to spend my days writing or editing is so difficult 🙃🙃

TW: car accident, blood, death 🙃

Taylor and Travis were just coming back from the shops.

They were running low on groceries, and decided, why not go together? They didn't get to do that often, so with their caps pulled low and sunglasses on they set off. They had decided to go late at night as there would be less people around, so it was at 9pm on a Wednesday night that the pair found themselves shopping for groceries at a nearby shop that was open all hours.

And so that's how they found themselves walking home down the empty street at 10pm, the few lampposts lining the street their only sources of light. They had taken off their sunglasses as it was way too dark to see with them on, and there wasn't anyone around anyway.

They were walking down the street, hand in hand. Travis had one bag of food and Taylor had the other, their free hands swinging between them. They stepped off the pavement, and were just past half way when Taylor's purse flattered to the ground, sending coins rolling everywhere.
"Shit" she grumbled, reaching for her purse as Travis got on his hands and knees, placing his bag next to him.

He was reaching for one of the coins in the middle when Taylor noticed a pair of headlights ploughing down the road at lightning speed. Straight at travis, who was crouched in the middle of the road facing the other way.
"TRAV MOVE!" Taylor screamed, running to him and pushing him aside. The van braked,
but not soon enough. Taylor let out a cry as it crashed into her, sending the groceries flying into the air and her to the floor. The van skidded, crashing into a lamppost before quickly escaping the scene.

Travis quickly got up from where he had fallen, wincing slightly at a pain in his side, and ran over to the dark shape slumped on the ground.
"Taylor?!" He cried out, kneeling next to her. The ground was sticky with blood, as was her hair. He pulled her head into his lap, and with shaking hands called 911.

There was no service.

"Taylor? Can you hear me baby?" He was crying now, proper crying with tears dropping down his cheeks. He kept trying his phone but it wasn't working, and Taylor's phone was damaged in the crash.
"Taylor?" He asked again, gently tapping her face.
"HELP!" He screamed, hoping someone, anyone would hear. "Help!" His voice cracked as he looked around helplessly.

"Trav?" a voice from below him croaked.
"Taylor? Oh my god you're alive, oh my god" Travis cried, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead.
"Everything hurts Trav, I-" she took a shaky breath, and Travis swore he could hear it rattling through her ribs. "Everything's fuzzy and I'm just so... I'm just so tired..." Her voice dropped off at the end.
"No baby, you need to stay awake for me, okay?" Travis's voice was shaking as he stroked her hair away from her face. "Stay awake"
"I cant, I'm just so tired Trav" Taylor whispered, her eyes beginning to close. The blood was on Travis's shirt, and he could feel more and more of it coming out, staining his white top.
"No, no baby, I love you, please" Travis cried, his lips pressed against her forehead.
"I love you" Taylor whispered, as she closed her eyes for the last time, dropping into her never ending sleep.

Travis sat with her in his lap for a little bit, feeling the heat drain out of her body. He started to feel tired too, so he lay her body aside, needing to go find help. He was numb now, the love of his life was gone. As he rose into a kneeling position he suddenly felt very weak. He glanced down at his shirt to see the dark patch had spread even further. Slowly, he lifted the material. The sight that met his eyes made him want to throw up. He had a massive gash in his side, leaking blood. He must have cut it on something when He fell. He looked down at his shirt, at the gravel. A human body held 10 pints of blood, there was no way the dark liquid all over the floor was any less than 6. He sat back down, defeated. He was feeling weak, tired numb. He lay down next to Taylor, and took her limp, lifeless one in his. He closed his eyes, a feeling of warmth washing over his body.
"I'm coming, Taylor"

A/N the beginning is kinda giving greys (iykyk)

I feeel like it has been too long since I killed someone (in my books obvi) so here ya go (Its so short but nvm)

I'm thinking of making Taylor preggo next chapter what do y'all think

Also I could make another chapter like this but they survive?