I look over to see Louis looking at me with concerned eyes.
"Are you okay? You were squirming in your sleep, like you were in pain."
I look down to my lap.
"Yea, I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you..."
I look up to meet Louis' eyes as he smiles at me.
All of a sudden, the car hits black ice and starts spinning towards the car in the oncoming lane. The driver in the other car slams on the brakes just as Louis does, but they don't work because of the ice. Louis throws his arm across my chest to hold me in place and tries to swerve out of the way, but it's too late. The two cars crash into eachother.
Metals crashing into one another, making hoods bend and headlights shatter. I feel the impact of the crash with my leg first. Metal digging into my skin until there was enough pressure to create the sickening snap that indicates that my leg is now broken. Airbags fly out of the compartments, smacking Louis right in the face and barley missing mine.
Both cars jolt to a stop, causing me and Louis to smack our heads on the, now, deflated airbags. I look over to Louis as I notice someone screaming. It was high pitched. It sounded so unfamiliar, so foreign. Louis is knocked out, so it isn't him screaming.
It's me.
The window shattered, sprinkling little shards of glass onto me and Louis, scratching and impaling themselves into our skin. I noticed the car had started on fire and quickly spread to the other one, so I tried getting out of the car but the door wouldn't budge.
I gave one last shove to my door before toppling down and slamming my leg to the ground. My vision gets blurry as excruciating pain shoots up my leg.
I hear sirens in the distance just as my vision goes black and the world fades away.

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