Hearing My plea

11

What probably took two minuets felt like a lifetime.

I was pretzled to a tree- the drivers and passenger side doors were both pushed in, and my door was crushing me. The steering wheel had been ripped off- I had no idea where it was now, and there was no windsheild left. Broken glass was every where. My legs were crushed under the part that used to be connected to the steering wheel, the roof of the truck had pounded into my head.

If I closed my eyes, I could feel every pain in my body. A concussion, a broken leg and arm, a few fractured ribs, and possibly a collapsed lung- I wasnt sure if that was why I couldn't breath or if it was because of hypriventalation.

My ears were popped and my head throbbed- I could hear sirens and shouts, but it sounded as if they were screaming through a glass wall. Their voices were so muffled and jumbled that I couldn't possibly make out what they were saying.

Someone was at my door, but I couldn't turn my head. I could see the beam of a flashlight, and the tree in front of me kept flashing red and blue.

I wanted to sleep.

No, Peyton! I yelled at myself in my head. If you sleep you might not be able to wake back up! You know how concussions work- you've had them before! Come on, breath. In. Out. In. Out.

Dear God, this isn't helping! Everything hurts!

I could feel tears squeezing from my eyes. What if I died? Would I see my dad again? I always thought maybe I would, but never this soon!

An aweful screeching noise sounded in my head. I thought I was halucinating at first, but then giant scissors were cutting off my seatb elt- the one that cut into my skin so deep you could probably see flesh- and arms were trying to pull me out. I cried out when my legs got caught on the console and couldn't get out.

Then my hearing came back, and all the noise hit me.

Wow, I thought to myself. Ignorance really is bliss.

"We've got to cut her out!" Someone- my rescuer in a yellow uniform- shouted out to men in uniform that were standing by.

"Are you allright?" the man asked, turning back to me. I could only whimper. "It's going to be ok- we're going to get you out."

And then despite the pain, despite being cemented to a truck and clinging to consiousness, I thought only of Aspen. Where had he gone? Was he okay? Did that aweful creature get to him? Was he here?

I muttered out his name. "No," the fireman said to be, misunderstanding the name for the tree. "It was an oak. It's going to be okay- we're cutting you out right now." I tried to tilt my head but I only wilted it to the side, seeing the wrekage. It made me cry more.

"No no no," the man said. "Look at me. Keep your eyes on me. See? We've already got you out."

There was a loud clipping sound that sounded like a chainsaw hitting the pavement, and then a great pressure was releaved from my legs. The blood rushed through them so fast that I gasped in pain.

I was immediatly put on a stretcher, and paramedicts were crowding all around me- allready taking inspection of my condition.

That damn creature, I thought.

As I was loaded into an ambulence, a figure hopped in. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to-" the man was cut off a moment, before a very quiet, "Okay." Then Aspen was at my side.

His hair was mussed like he had been running his hands through it nonstop, his eyes were red around the edges and wattery. I tried to give a smile, but it was weak and I could only life the edges of my lips.