Mutant

Twenty-Six

Aaron slowly opened his eyes. He was alive. Just barely. He could still blink his eyes and shimmy his body just a bit, but he felt a weird ache when he did that. But he didn't care, because he was still alive.

There was dried blood all over his face, shirt, and legs. In fact, there was dried blood all over the car. The crashed and cramped Mustang.

Aaron turned to Jacob. Or what was left if Jacob. His head had been crunched into a pulp and a large shard of glass struck right into his chest like a stick, making blood continue to drip on the broken brakes.

The truth was Jacob was dead. And the truth hurt. The truth was scary.

A tear ran down Aaron's cheek.
"I'm sorry Jacob. I should've made you stop, but I didn't. I'm sorry. Please forgive me,"

Aaron weeded and weeped and weeped. He couldn't believe his best friend was gone. It was just unreal. But reality was reality and he needed to face the facts. He needed to stop crying and try to look for a way out. That was the reality. Not crying.

Aaron wiped away his tears and began to think. How was he going to get out of this broken car? He tried for the handle, but it was stuck on lock and it was broken.
And then he saw the shattered window on his door. There was a small opening. But it was just big enough for him to jump out. Only with one setback: the tip of the shattered glass struck out on the window, so if he jumped there could be a chance that he would stab himself. And also, even if he were to make past that, there was still some broken glass on the pavement.

Aaron sighed. He knew what he had to do. He had to take the risk.

Aaron dragged himself to the door and then instantly plunged.

50/50, Aaron thought.

50/50.