Wreck

Dazed

For an awful moment I couldn't see. Everything was a blur and I blinked rapidly to try and clear my vision. After a few seconds I could clearly see the shattered windscreen of my car in front of me and my eyes slowly wandered around the ruined interior, dazed from the impact where the crumpled roof had hit my head.
That's when I suddenly remembered.

Billie!

My head shot round and I winced at the pain that seared through my neck.
What I found in the car next to me was the stuff of nightmares... mainly my nightmares...
Billie wasn't moving, his face was badly cut and he lay limply to the side. His arm looked as though it was twisted at an awkward angle and there was blood around various cuts and scrapes that covered his exposed skin. What was worse-i couldn't see him breathing!

I struggled out of my seatbelt, ignoring the various parts of my body that screamed in pain, and dropped heavily to the roof. I yelped as I fell, my chest feeling like it might cave in, and crawled out as fast as I could.

"Hey, man, you alright?" A few passing members of the public had gotten out of their cars to help but I couldn't focus on them-I had to help Billie!

"My friend!" I gasped, having a hard time trying to stand up and staggering over to the passenger side of the car.
A few men helped get Billie out and lay him on the side of the road, while a few others went to the van driver's aid. I pushed past them and practically fell at Billie's side. He looked so small and broken... his face was so pale it made the blood almost look black. I had done this. I felt sick.

"Alright, buddy." The man that spoke to me earlier had obviously seen the signs that I was about to empty my stomach and quickly helped me away from the unconscious man. "The last thing he needs is you puking on him" the man chuckled nervously as I was sick on the side of the road.

"I've called an ambulance, they're on their way." A woman said as she jogged over to us.

"Is he breathing?" I coughed.

"I think so." The man rubbed my back, but I think he was just trying to comfort me. I hadn't seen him even look at Billie.

I shuffled back towards the singer and put a hand on his chest. I couldn't feel it rising. Fuck.

I felt myself well up and tried to shake him awake by the shoulders. There was an auditable cracking noise which made me cringe away, and I realised I was doing more harm than good. In the end I just sat and looked at him. I couldn't do anything to help him.

Someone put their hand on my shoulder and was trying to talk to me but I was in shock. It had happened so fast... I couldn't process what was going on...
I just sat a few feet away from Billie and stared at him. He looked so small... oh Billie...