Addicted To You

Car Crash Hearts

As we're are driving home there is this awkward silence between us. The silence of the waiting room made her blood as cold as the autumnal air that crept through an open window. Bereft of any wind the leaves outside hung limply until they fell of their own accord, there was no whispering noise or rustling. It lingered in the air, thick and heavy, like a blanket. Wherever I moved, that silence followed, always watching never fading. My own, personal shadow. The silence was like a restorative draught after the frenetic rush of the day. The silence surrounded me like a fresh, pristine, white blanket of snow on a winter's day. The silence entered my soul like an angel's lullaby, smoothing out the roughness of the day. Silence surrounded them like stars in a freckled night sky.

"Gen I know something happened and it wasn't just a panic attack, Gen, " Leloni says not looking at me keeping her eyes locked on the road.

I take a deep breath because she is right "Look I just got a little stressed and panicked" I say looking out the window

"Gen look I know you are trying to act all tuff saying you're alright but I've known out for years I know when something is wrong why can't you tell me" he grip tightens on the steering wheel.

"Like I said before nothing is wrong" I'm starting to get frustrated

"This is so like you" I hear Leloni at under her breath

"What was that what did you just say!?" I raise my voice slightly

"I said you are always like this you push people away, you never let anyone in and that's what I hate about you and then you have this little helpless whiny bitch who can't do anything for yourself and it so annoying. Some, Gen, I wish you bled out on my bathroom floor" Leloni says looking at me. All I can see is pure hatred in her eyes.

"You don't mean that Leloni I know you don't mean that," I say looking at her

She looks down and doesn't say a word I look up "LELONI LOOK OUT!!" I scream

At the last second, I jumped. My body hit the hood of the car and I screamed. My bones and muscles and joints and organs felt like they were being crumbled and smashed into a tiny box. My lungs contracted with such force that I was afraid they would fold into themselves. My torso and head smashed up against the windshield while my arms and legs were flailing, searching for somewhere to hold and stop the forward movement my body was going. The world must have kept flickering its figurative light switch because my vision kept flashing from bitter darkness to blinding white light. The only sound that filled my ears was the crushing of glass mixed with the distinct crackles of my bones. Then suddenly, everything became light. I was flying through the air, my broken body almost limp from the impact that occurred nanoseconds before.

I'm surrounded. The blue and red lights are little more than smudgy illuminations in the slanting rain. But beneath their glow is the white bodywork of a police car. It's yellow-white headlights spotlight the dense hedgerow to the side of the lane where the taillights sit unusually high off the ground and tipping upwards into the night sky.

I look around me and there are police cars everywhere. Sirens wailing and ambulances. I see paramedics running and I look where they are going and I see they are heading to Leloni's car. I look down at myself and see I don't have a single mark on me. As I'm looking closer at the car and see I'm being pulled out of the car. Blood is dripping out of my nose and mouth.

The blood didn't gush in a constant flow, but in time with the beating of my weak heartbeat. At first, it came thick and strong, flowing through my fingers as they clasped the ripped flesh. I'm in complete shock am I dead I thought. But then I look at Leloni and her body is limp and broken. They put us both on a stretcher and wheel us to the ambulance.

The ride to the hospital was more terrifying than the accident itself; with every bump that the ambulance made, my anxiety peaked higher. Seeing him strapped into the stretcher I knew it was just the beginning. The paramedics said that if I don't get to the hospital soon I'll die. I hear my heart monitor going faster. I don't care how long it takes I just want to survive.

We get to the hospital and I am rushed to emergency surgery. They take me off the stretcher and start to cut off my clothes. They put an oxygen mask on me and all I see are doctors cutting into me helping me. Trying to make sure I survive. And all I can think while watching the doctors operate on me is will I make it out of this hospital alive? And will I ever see Michael again?