His Purple Eyes

Chapter 20

I closed my eyes. The sounds of crunching metal and breaking glass was droned out to a hum. I stopped floating around the van as it turned over. I grabbed onto the seat and I focused. The familiar tension was back. I had to give everything I had to break that tension. In my mind, I saw the van stop turning at a gentle stop. That was the only thing I felt and saw. The van would stop. Then the tension was broken. I took once last breath in and let it out.

The van stopped turning completely. It was resting on its side and thats when my senses returned to me. I had my legs and arms wrapped around the seat and all I could see was Shadow unconscious. The van of course decided to stop on its side, the driver side. There was no windshield anymore. Only shards of glass sticking up. I took the leg closest to the nonexistent windshield and kicked out the glass with my sock foot. I had to help Shadow.

I dropped down, landing on the window beside Shadow's head. It cracked even more then it already had but it wasn't shattered. I stepped out side of the windshield, ducking my head. I looked back at the damage. There were no cars on the road other then the destroyed van. Pieces and parts of the van trailed down the road. Random things that were in the back of the van were sprawled on the street as well. The sides of the van were completely dented in. The front was smashed and broken. Glass was every where.

I felt weak but adrenaline was pumping through my veins, cheering me on. I looked down at myself. Pieces of glass were imbedded into my skin. Trails of blood came from random cuts. I felt no pain so I didn't know how badly I was hurt. But I wasn't the main concern. Shadow had a large gash on his forehead. He was bleeding steadily.

I took off my tank top. Underneath was my bra, I didn't have time for modesty. I kicked away the broken glass on the ground to make room for Shadow when I pulled him out. My socks were red with blood. I left bloody foot prints when I walked. I still hadn't felt the pain. I better hurry before it catches up to me. There was a clear spot of asphalt for Shadow.

I put my tank top on the ground for the time being. I bent inside of the van and took off Shadow's seat belt. He slumped forward towards me. I put my arms under his shoulders and pulled him forward. Since Shadow's side of the van was now the 'floor' it was difficult to pull him up into a some what sitting position. He was all muscle mass and dead weight. I wasn't that strong but I had no choice but to get him out. There wasn't any glass on the windshield anymore, well not where I had to pull him out.

Still holding onto his shoulders, I stepped out of the open hole. One of my shoulders was dislocated. I cursed under my breath because I couldn't use that arm. If I didn't hurry, Shadow would bleed out and die. I pulled him forwards with one arm and he slumped out of the hole. His torso came out, then I pulled out his legs. I turned Shadow's heavy body over so he was facing up. I dragged him a bit more away from the van. I was panting heavily by now.

I went back and grabbed my tank top. I pressed it onto Shadow's forehead. It wasn't to stop the bleeding, more of to mop up the blood. Even after I wiped off the blood, more came out of the gash. I pressed my hands onto his forehead. I closed my eyes and willed with everything I had. I didn't want Shadow to die. I realized that it wasn't his fault all this was happening so I couldn't just let him die.

I kept my fingers on the sticky warm blood. The smell of iron was nauseating. When I opened my eyes, the cut was closing like magic. I kept the pressure steady. The blood was covering Shadow's face but it wasn't impairing his breathing. The better Shadow became, the weaker was I. The cut was now closed. I put my ear to Shadow's chest. There was a faint heart beat. He was alive. But his breathing was slowly. He had rips in his shirt where the glass had cut. I put Shadow's head on my lap. His air way was no longer blocked now. I put two fingers on his nose and tilted his head back. I put my mouth over his. The taste of blood was strong. I filled his lungs with air steadily until he started breathing on his own. I pulled back and saw his eyes flutter open. He turned his head coughed up some blood. He was shaking violently and coughing. I still had his head on my lap.