So this is my first upload, let me know what you think of it and if i should continue it. I have an idea on where I would go with it from here at least as far as a next chapter. Please excuse how poorly it is written. I hope that you enjoy.
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I walked numbly down the stairs and out the door, leaving him behind. As I left i realized i was walking out on love and losing a large part of myself in the process. Pulling my keys from my pocket I climbed into my beat up Jeep Cherokee. Not bothering with seat-belts or even to check for other cars i backed out of his driveway. I was leaving this house for the last time. I would not be coming back here, I was leaving this part of my life behind. It just hurt too much to fight all the time for no reason, we no longer smiled all we did was hurt, and it was time to walk away.
I barely saw the road as i drove. I'd made this drive hundreds of times; we'd been dating for three years and I could probably make the 20 minute drive between our houses blindfolded. I didn't really see the other cars on the road they were just colored blurs as they passed me. I didn't even notice the song playing on the radio; I just drove.
I turned onto the highway and assumed the speed of the cars around me only barely noticing that i was going 48 mph. I didn't see that the light two blocks from me was red, didn't notice the cross traffic. I went through the light, realizing as I did and just a little to late, that the light was red. Astonished I looked up to see the driver of a jacked up larger than life black Chevy's eyes go wide with fear, saw the muscles in her twig like arms tense up with the knowledge of what was about to happen, and though I saw her reaction I didn't put it together that she was preparing for impact.
I heard her brakes scream in protest as she tried to stop. Then the world seemed to slow and I could hear the metal complain as the two cars collided, hear the sound of glass breaking. I watched the door crush into me, the driver's side window shatter and the small fragments of glass as they flew all around me. The grill of the giant Chevy was joining me in the driver's seat, when i hear a sound like someone breaking a twig amplified and then the pain shot through my body and I began to have trouble breathing, I felt pressure on my chest; I could hear gurgling breaths coming from my chest it sounded as though I was under water.
It seemed as though an hour had passed in what had really been seconds. The squeal of more brakes, and I felt my jeep lurch in the opposite direction. I could hear the crunch of metal and feel as my stupidly top-heavy mode of transport started to flip. I tried to brace myself for impact thankful for seat....I hadn't put on my seat-belt I was in such a state of shock when I left his house it had never occurred to me...SHIT!!! I felt my head hit the pavement as my car rolled onto its side, I could feel the glass from my windshield scraping my face and bare arms, and then the world went black.
Faint screams seeped into my mind and then all black....
Sirens and pain, my god was there a lot of pain all over. My head felt like it would explode, I could smell gasoline and blood. As I tried to take in a deep breath and figure out what was going on the nothingness consumed me again.
Something touched me and I didn't care what it was, as long as it didn't hurt me, actually it could have killed me and taken me out of this extream pain and I think I would have been happier. I realized as it was just a light touch on my neck it must mean someone was taking my pulse. "She's got a pulse but its really weak and shes knocked out" said a voice. I couldn't distinguish the gender or age of the voice, but I knew whoever the voice belonged to was trying to help me. Then I heard movement and felt jolts of pain as hands tried to pull me out, I tried to move away from the pain but it only made it worse. I tried to scream but didn't have the breath to and again fell into the black nothingness.
The nothingness was peaceful compared to the seeing, feeling world, there was no pain, no whole where my heart was supposed to be; it was just nothing, yet not a lonely nothing.
I let my mind wander to fill the nothingness, I thought of the eyes that faded from dark green to almost yellow at the pupils the I had fallen in love with. Of my sister and how annoying she could be but how no matter what I wouldn't change a thing about her. My mother and how she would be upset, though the two of us had never gotten along. My father, he was always there to talk to, to give a much needed hug after a bad day. I thought of learning how to fish and helping my dad fix my car. He didn't have any sons and insisted that both my sister and I be able to do the basics ourselves, he would say "you need to be able to take car of yourself, you don't need to ever rely on a man, so you need to know some stuff about cars" this also meant we needed to know how to cook and clean for ourselves as well. I thought of how my feet always hurt after pointe class but how even through all the blood, sweat, and tears dance was the best thing in my life; how the girls in my class weren't just friends they were family, they were my sisters. My thoughts drifted back to those green eyes and how much pain I had seen in them today, but how much joy I knew they could hold and I thought of our first date and how my overly protective father had to tag along. I thought of our first kiss in the halls of our high school, of all the good things that had happened between us and tried to figure out why things had gone so sour.
I felt a prick of a needle and was brought back to all the pain and horror of what had happened. A motherly sounding voice came through the sounds of the sirens, " Honey, you were in a really bad car wreak, you are on the way to the hospital. I don't know if you can hear me, but your parents have been called and were giving you something for the pain," and then I felt cold spread through my arm and then unto the rest of my body, and as it spread the pain eased, it didn't go away but it eased, it became bearable and I could no longer escape to the peace of the black nothingness.
I felt the humid air as the doors to the ambulance opened and then felt the rush of cold air and smelt antiseptic as I was rushed into the hospital. I heard a smooth as velvet, yet cold as ice, it was asking questions I didn't understand, making orders as I was rushed through the hospital. I heard my father's gruff voice telling someone my information and worriedly asking if I was going to be okay. I caught the name Dr Hayes as I was rushed around from one place to another. I heard what I thought was a CAT scan machine, and felt the burn of some contrast in my arm and then my entire body.
I heard the word surgery and felt and ice cold hand on my arm, I didn't know what the hand was doing and tried to open my eyes to see when I was dragged under back into the black nothingness.
