The autumn leaves were falling on the pavement, crunching under the tires as we drove by. The cool air brushed my hand as I held it out the window. The sun was setting for the night, disappearing until tomorrow. We went on the same drive every Sunday evening, same roads, same car. The streets were dark and empty so there was no use in following any of the speed limits.
Joshua and I have been best friends since I moved here in second grade. He plays the roll of a brother I've never had. We roll down all the windows of my black Honda accord. I'm old enough to drive but I don't like to, and my mom trusts Joshua to be careful. He's careful most of the time.
"Cameron, watch this!" Joshua yells over the loud wind. He swerves onto the other side of the road before going back to the right side.
"Joshua Davis you're going to kill us!" I scream in horror. He laughs like a maniac and repeats his actions getting the reaction he wanted out of me. The moon shines brightly in the starless night, the sun gone as if it were never there. I have to grip onto the handle to stay upright as Joshua recklessly rolls the car around. In the distance a small light is visible. Headlights, Joshua notices too and starts to drive normally.
We pass the minivan and continue to drive along the two-way road. Joshua drives directly in the middle of the two roads and we start light conversation. We talk about our day and share embarrassing childhood stories. With Joshua, it doesn't take much to keep him interested. He's very content with small talk and silence, something that's nice after a while.
"Let's play would you rather." Joshua suggests.
"Alright, I'll go first" I pause for a moment thinking of a good one. "Okay would you rather eat a baby you cooked yourself, or cut off your own arm and eat it raw."
"Wow harsh. Well for you," he taunts. "I'd have to say baby. I don't like raw meat."
"You're so heartless! You'd eat a baby so you wouldn't have to experience pain?" I scream in fake disbelief.
He laughs, throwing his head back. "Joshua the road!" My scream pierces thorough the small car. He looks back just in time to see us collide with an eighteen wheeler, making the worst sound I've ever heard.
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I hear a lot of commotion going on. I lay on the ground in my own pool of blood, not moving just staring at the sky. My head is dizzy and throbbing, I can't move it. Paralyzed from the shoulders down probably. There's yelling as I'm lifted off the ground, a needle stuck in my arm, a mask on my face. The paramedics roll me into the ambulance, hooking me up to cords and wires once I'm inside. My blinking becomes heavy and I struggle to keep my eyes open. Come on Cameron, you can do it. The pain is unbearable and I don't even have the energy to cry or scream out.
My head is in sharp, non-stopping pain and I try to stay conscience. Somebody tells me to stay awake if I can before I'm pushed into a bright room causing my headache explode. They put me onto another bed. I feel myself start to slip, farther and farther. I don't even have strength to wince as they push several more needles into my arm. There's a bright light. And I don't have the strength to do anything but close my eyes and allow the light to grow brighter.
{Hi, my name is Ashlyn, and this is my first fanfic. Please vote and comment and I'm going to try and update every week. Happy New Years!}
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