Wasted Way (Jared Leto FanFic)

Chapter Two

Keira's P.O.V

   "Help! Please, someone help!" I scream in pain. I couldn't move due to the position I was in, which means I can't get to my phone. Why me? Why today? Any day it could have happened, but I guess today was the day.

    I look at the car that rammed into mine and try to get a look at the person driving. I can't see the person well, because they had their head resting on the steering wheel.

   I try to reach for my phone on the passenger floor, but my left arm is tangled into the seat belt that I managed to get off right when I got hit. It also doesn't help that my right leg is broken.

   Yeah, I have scratches and I'm bleeding badly from my head, but that's not going to stop me from getting help.

   "Hey! Wake up!" I yell at the driver who caused this. If they are dead it's not going to do any good, but there can still be a chance that they're alive. "C'mon, we got to get help!"

   I look at my tangled arm and try to come up with a plan to get it out from its painful position . I tug a little and instantly sob in pain. Yep, definitely broken.

   "God, will you please wake up!" I sob to the unknown cause of this. Why were they swerving? Drunk? Bad car? Spilt coffee?

   So much for a great birthday. I now regret dumping Tanner way back there. If he was here he would've gotten us out already.

   I honk my horn again, and again, and again. Still no movement from the driver. I decide to just just give up and wait. Still sobbing I lay my head on the horn and just let it go off.

   A couple of minutes later I see headlights. I lift my head up and see the car stop.

   "Oh my god! Stella call for help!" The old man instructs to the younger women in the car. The older man jogs to my car and tries to get me out.

   "No, please check on that person first. I haven't seen any movement." I cry. With a nod of his head he goes to check.

   Lifting the drivers head up I can make out that the driver is a male. His face is bloody so I can't put a face to him.

   "You okay? You gotta keep those eyes open for me, okay?" The old man instructs. He opens the drivers door and struggles to get him out of the car.

   As he sets the driver down I feel my eyes start to drop. I'm losing to much blood and pray that more help comes soon.

  "Hey, hey, hey, keep those pretty blue eyes open for me. Help is on the way." He says, struggling to open my door.

   "Thank you." I whisper, hearing faint sirens and close my eyes. I just need to rest them.

   As they get closer and closer I completely pass out with the old guy shouting for me to stay awake.

Jared's P.O.V

   I don't know how long I was passed out for, but it couldn't of been that long.

   "Help! Please, someone help!" A girl shouted. Oh no. What have I done? How much damage did I cause. I know I caused this accident, I just can't seem to bring myself to love or say something.

   I guess the accident knocked the drunken state I was in out. Or, I'm just aware or what I've done.

   One drink won't hurt.

   C'mon Leto, one more!

   Stay hear I'm going to tell people bye then we can leave.

   Honk.

   Honk.

   Honk.

   I'm such a idiot for believing I can control myself this time. Such a idiot for believing that one drink wouldn't hurt. Well, it did. Not only me, but also an innocent bystander and god who knows how many others.

    "Hey, wake up! We got to get help!" She sobs even harder. God, she didn't deserve this. I try to make some kind of movement for her, but I can't. My whole body is in pain. I see blood on the steering wheel my head is rested on.

   God, how I fucked up. I was doing so great, and all that work I went and threw away. This is going to ruin me. Ruin the band.

   Shut up, Jared! Think about the girl you did this to. She didn't deserve this. You don't know how much pain she is in or how badly she is hurt. She can die any moment.

   "God, will you please wake up!" She screams. I guess she gave up because she starts to honk her horn. Maybe for help, or maybe for frustration. After a couple or honks she stops and sobs even louder.

    I hear her horn, but this time she isn't letting off. Oh god! Is she dead? No, no, no, she can't be!

   I try to move, but only successfully move my legs and arm. Trying to move my head, I cry out in pain.

   After a couple of minutes I faintly see headlights and the honking stops. I notice she is still crying, which means she is still alive.

   "Oh my god! Stella, call for help!" An old man shouts as I hear him slam his car door and run towards the scene.

   "No, please check on that person first. I haven't seen any movement." The girl instructs. Why would she do that. If I was her I would want to be checked first, not the crazy drunk who caused it.

   I hear footsteps jog to my drivers side, and feel my head being lifted. As my head is being lifted I look at the destruction. Looking at the scene I look at the girl.

   Tears automatically fall from my eyes. Jesus, I can't believe I did this to her. She's gotta be worst than me. I hit her straight on.

  "You okay? You gotta keep those eyes open for me, okay?" Our Savior instructs. I do as he says and keep them open. After a little bit of struggling he gets me out and sets me on the side of the road.

   Following him with my eyes, I see him rush to the girl. I look around more and see that I caused all this. By my demons I got rid of two years ago.

   I'm snapped out of my thought when I hear him shouting. "Hey, hey, hey, keep those pretty blue eyes open for me."

    I hear faint sirens, but can't pull my gaze away from the old man and the girl. Her eyes close and my heart starts beating fast. She can't be dead. No, not her. I caused this so it has to be me.

   Not her.