He Doesn't Know; I Know

Part Four: He's still inside!

Michelle's P.O.V.

Earlier that day.

I cut the seatbelt that got stuck, allowing myself to fall freely upside down. I winced in pain as I landed on the broken pieces of the shattered glass, getting more bruises.

"Michelle," he started, sobbing. I looked at him with a panic expression spread across my face. He was also stuck on his seat - the only difference was that the front was crumbled and pushed against him. I'm guessing something blocked his legs, preventing him to move.

"Help me!" He continued, begging. "I can't move my legs!"

"Fuck! What should I do?!" I said, looking around as I crawled my way out of the car. The road was deserted. No one's here to give us some help.

Damn, no one even knows we're here.

"Don't leave me. Don't... no... help me..." he continued, grabbing me before I can even get out completely. I looked back at him as he tried to get out. "Don't leave me... please... help me..."

"Sshh," I cooed, reaching for his hand. I pushed my body back inside. I can feel my tears starting to roll down my cheeks. "You stay here, okay?"

"No," he said. His eyes were bloodshot from crying.

"Mark, listen to me," I said calmly as possible. I need to be strong for him. "Stay here and try to push that thing, okay? Can you do that for me?"

He nodded as his hands tighten its grip on mine.

"I'll call for help, okay?" I continued. I brought his hand to my lips and planted a soft kiss on his knuckles. "I love you, Mark."

"I love you," he muttered. The moment I got out, I heard him as he tried to push and get himself free.

"God, please," I said, looking at both sides of the road.

And, as if luck just heard us, I saw a headlight coming from the right. I stepped in the middle of the road, waving my hands high up. "Help! Please! Help us!"

Within a minute, a car stopped in front of me. I ran to the passenger's side where a girl came out.

"What happened?" She asked. A man stepped out of the driver's seat, rushing around us. "Are you okay? Is somebody still in the car?"

"My brother!" I said, pulling her by the wrist. "Please help my brother! He's still inside!"

"You stay there. I'll get him," the man instructed, running to our wrecked car. "Sam call for----"

But before he can even get near it, the car got caught in flames. I can still hear Mark's voice, crying out for help, calling me. And, in a matter of seconds, it exploded.

"No! No! Mark's still there! Mark!" I screamed, as she hold me back. He's a brave boy - maybe he's still alive. I must save him. "No! Mark, I'm coming!"

But someone pinned me down real good; I can't move.

"I have to save my brother!" I continued. "Let me go!"

"Baby, wake up!" A familiar voice said, shaking me. "Babe?"

"Calum," I opened my eyes. He was holding me with his eyes full of concern. I sat up and quickly pulled him in for a hug. "Its the same thing again."

"I know," he muttered, cooing. "Its okay. Its okay. Its just a dream. I got you."

I wish it really is okay. I wish it really was just a dream. But, no, it isn't. Its a nightmare that kept haunting me.

"I shouldn't... I... I shouldn't have left him," I continued. I can feel the tears running down my cheeks. "No... no... I shouldn't have... have brought him... its... its my fault. I sho---"

"Sshh. No, baby," he cooed, as his hug tighten. "Its not your fault, okay? Its no one's fault. It was an accident."

"No, no," I cried harder. "I let him die. I killed him. I should be the one who's dead. I..."

I pulled away, pushing passed him as I head to the bathroom.

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A/N: Taadaa! Okay, so this is earlier before the morning Luke woke up. I know its kinda random now, but there's a story in it and, like I said, this story now doesn't just focus on Luke at all.

I'm ranting. Excuse myself. :-)

Also, if you don't know who was in the photo, that is Michelle. (On Instagram as @michellespersonal - who is also me, as a matter of fact. LOL!)