Shawn's POV:
My eyes slit open, the view I get is a blurred mixture of grey colors, and they fall back closed again heavily. I've never experienced such excruciating pain in my head, and the attempt of trying to roll it to the side makes it weigh 35 pounds.
speaking doesn't seem an option, so I focus on just trying to open my disabled eyes. After maybe 3 more tries of opening and closing and moving like molasses, I am finally able to keep them open. The windshield window is shattered and the gray asphalt is illuminated my dim street lights, making everything around the car either gray or black.
Panic and confusion rush in my thoughts, trying to remember the events that brought me in this terrifying situation, suddenly making me remember that y/n was with me in the car.
"y/n?" i cry out, my voice being a whispering sob and my voice cracking to higher pitches, my limbs that are able to move, trembling in fear, "y/n please," i mumble, fearing the worst.
wincing in pain i turn my head and see her head limply laying to the side and blood running from the side of her head, and the window cracked from the impact she had on it.
i begin to sob and cry, not caring that every breath i take hurts my chest and brings me closer to wanting to let go. i cry for her, i cry for the person that probably isn't living in the car in front of us, and i cry of the fact i may never get to see y/n again, happy and smiling.
I weakly try moving my arms to find a cell phone, for we are in the middle of nowhere and there isn't help that has arrived, but as I search i see the screens are cracked and they lost the ability to be able to turn on.
"no," i cry, frustration and pain running through my blood and making me practically boil over.
not knowing what to do I inspect myself for injury and i can just guess that i have some broken ribs and have broken my arm,because anytime i try to move it its like a gunshot going through my arm. Blood is gushing from all over, making it hard to pinpoint where i'm actually hurt.
"what do we do," i breath out with a wail to my limp girlfriend, my voice gargling with blood. she's the one i wish was awake instead of me, frantically trying to save me instead of this. I want her to have a chance of living and not me, if this was reversed i would've been more okay with it.
In all my panic, the fact that my eyes are beginning to get blotchy with black spots doesn't catch my attention until it almost blacks out all my sight completely.
my ability to speak has vanished altogether.
my thoughts are a muddled puddle, except for the last thing i see before my last breath is taken.
a smile, that i can only match to one beautiful person, and the face that holds a special place in my heart.
y/n's.
_____________________________________________________________________________________this is for all the people who wanted a part 2 on our beloved characters.
~Leah
