This is life.

34 ➤ Wild

A/N- please leave comments, 100 votes as per usual for the next chapter and if u dont mind plz read the A/N at the end! love u guys my little lambs <3 and theres a link to summertime sadness accapella version, play it while u read the singing part and u will DIIEEE! i am obsessed with lana del rey's voice, so beautiful <3

Updated A/N: Haven't even re-read this in like a year but I already know it's shitty as fuck from what I can remember. Again I am extremely insecure and self conscious of my writing and a bunch of other stuff I shouldn't get into, just be aware that I already know this is a bad chapter, please do not point that out! I'm embarrassed enough as it is :p

My eyes fluttered open slowly as I regained consciousness, all I could think was, where am I? What happened? The memories unfortunately flooded back when I saw Chanel beside of me. At least I was only unconscious for what looks like just a few minutes. Her head was resting lazily on her steering wheel with her hair messily all over her face, I cringed at the blood I saw running down the side of her face and I just grew more cautious at the sight.

"Chanel..." I croaked. I didn't realize till I spoke how much it hurt to move. We had been hit, I had only finally processed that that now. It seems that we're both injured, I don't hear sirens, and it looks like no one knows we've been in an accident yet. Just my freaking luck.

I was scared about the pain but I moved anyway, I sat up and my head lost contact with the dashboard. I inhale sharply when I feel the sharp sensations all over my body. "Chanel, Chanel." I called out groggily as I reached an arm out to her. If shaking her wont wake her up I'll be really worried. I have to see those life-filled golden brown eyes, I need to see that incredible smile, I need to hear her angelic voice, I need to see those adorable dimples.

Yes I know she's a stranger, but I can tell there's some sort of connection between us. I just need to know she'll be okay.

As I was about to touch her shoulder- literally just a few inches away from contact- my door opened. I turned around thinking it was the paramedics coming to help but my breathing hitched when I saw Amy. "We need to go." Is all she says. "NO!" I shouted, well, wanted to. It came out most likely a whisper. Amy bent over me and undid my seatbelt, me being too weak to stop her. When it came off she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the damaged car. I struggled with all my might to get out of her grip but because I was hurt I couldn't put up much of a fight.

"Let me go." I said weakly. It had stopped raining but the pavement was still wet beneath my feet. If not for Amy I would've most likely fallen over right now with my lazy steps in the heels I'm wearing. "I need to help her..." I groaned at the pain in my ribs at each little movement I made. "We need to go, now." Amy told me firmly, stress seemed to cover her voice. "I can't leave her there!" I shouted desperately. I looked at what use to be a normal red Bentley and anger burned deeply inside of me when I saw it was damaged. Amy had been the one that hit us. Yet she's fine and not really giving a fuck while Chanel's sitting in her mess of a car, possibly bleeding to death or in great pain. The thoughts of what might happen to her weren't pretty.

"Why!?" I asked angrily. "Why would you do that!?"' I yelled again, tears flowing from my eyes. "She's dead! You killed her!" I accused nonsense, my mind was scattered and only one thing was on it. Is Chanel okay? "Get in." Amy told me as she opened the passenger door to her car. "No! I hate you! Don't touch me!" I shouted, my hair was all over my face and black strands of it were blocking half my vision. Amy just shrugged at my words and pushed me in, not too harshly it would hurt me but harsh enough that it hurt my feelings she would do so.  She's really getting on my nerves.

Amy slammed my door shut and I flinched at the noise as she quickly runs to the driver seat and climbs in quickly. Before I could let out another word Amy stepped on the accelerator and we sped off, sirens faintly playing in the background. My heart beats slower just a bit knowing that Chanel is getting help. My only hope is that she isn't dead like I assume. Amy drives so fast that I begin to feel more sick than I did a few minutes ago. An uncomfortable churning in my stomach takes place over the pain. We soon stop at a stoplight and at the loss of movement my head stopped spinning, I had the chance to examine myself. My right arm was covered in blood and it made the sleeve of the dress sort of stick to my arm. My dress was torn slightly but I didn't really care, it's not mine anyway.