Jeff's POV
"Where's Iris?" I demanded, Hoody just shrugged and said "we got split up." Fucking fantastic Iris is lost and alone in a place she doesn't know with the sun setting and Jane and possibly other pasta's after her. "Have you forgotten the actual fucking reason we came here!" I screamed "we gotta protect her you dickhead but obviously you have forgotten that!" a person walked into the room, not any old person, it was Iris. Hoody moved and Iris walked over to me, she wrapped her arms round me and I did the same "don't EVER do that again, whilst you were out I had a visit from Jane and she threatened to kill you." I murmured into her shiny silver hair, I heard her quietly gasp and she replied "I wouldn't of played that prank if I knew- I'm so so sorry." she coughed and said a bit louder "can we leave tonight, Hoody?" he nodded and went into his room to pack his bags.
Iris sat at the end of the bed, neatly folding clothes into a coupled of bags whilst I looked out the window, twirling my knife and throwing it in the air then catching it. I was promptly stuffed into a suit case before being led out to the van and 'carefully' put in the back by Hoody.
Once the vehicle started to move I released myself from my claustrophobic prison and sitting with Iris, I watched as the headlights barely lit the dingy road ahead of us and the silhouetted trees race past the van. Looking at the speedo I sighed and Hoody sensed my annoyance and pressed the accelerator further, urging the engine to provide more power.
It all happened in slow motion, a stag leaped from the field next to us and smashed into the side, making the van flip onto its roof and carry on rolling into the fields that ran parallel to the road. I must of passed out at some point as when I came to my senses I was laying in a mangled mess about 10 feet from the wreckage, I saw Iris in a heap by a tree in a pool of her own blood. I sprinted over to her and whipped of my grubby hoodie, I pressed it against her profusely bleeding wound then gently picked her up bridle style.
Hoody was standing near the mess which used to be called a van, moaning that it was a total write-off. "Yeah Hoody! Just groan about the van, why don't ya! Not the girl bleeding out in my arms!" I yelled at him, he snapped to his senses and pulled out his phone which luckily survived but unluckily had no service.
We walked to the side of the road and desperately waited for a vehicle to come, "don't you dare die on me Iris! We still have all our future to live- to get married and have kids, you can't die- if you die, I die with you." I said with tears in my eyes that threatened to overcome me, I watched in despair as the dark road stayed vacant and not a single beam lit the surface.
