If He Had Been With Me

Chapter 4

"Oh my god you look amazing!" Aaron complimented as I tried on a blue sparkly dress.

"You honestly think so?"

"Yeah Corey will be sorry he cheated on you." He said looking sincere. I smiled grateful for him as usual.

"What are you wearing Aaron?" I asked.

"White suit with a blue tie."

"Nice." I replied.

My doorbell rang while I was almost done putting on my shoes. I had my hair curled and makeup done already.

I wobbled downstairs unsteady on the high heels.

"Wow! You look gorgeous." Aaron said and then blushed.

"Thanks." I blushed too.

"I got you this." He held held out a corsage.

"Thank you so much." We hugged.

"Your almost as tall as me now Ang." He laughed.

"And fully able to kick you with these sharp heels, if I don't break my leg walking in them!" I threatened.

Since my mom insisted we took some silly pictures together and it started to get dark so we said our goodbyes and climbed into his car.

We were driving along listening to the radio laughing and joking when suddenly he got all serious.

"Am I your best friend Ang?" Aaron asked.

"Well course dummy."

"But, are we just friends?" He asked sounding slightly hopeful.

"Oh. Well I don't see us being more than just friends because of how close we are."

"Oh so it's not that I'm not as hot as Corey or as athletic?" He asked.

"What? No! I'm not that superficial I thought you knew me better!" I yelled.

"Well sorry but, everyone knew he was gonna play you." He said angry.

"Well I didn't Aaron."

"How can you be that stupid?"

"Why are you being a jerk?" I asked.

Aaron turned to look at me with a burning fury in his expression. But I knew him too well, his eyes had a shattered look to them that only someone who's heart is breaking can have.
Suddenly I was blinded by glaring headlights. I turned abruptly to see the large delivery truck that was inches away from slamming into our car. I screamed.
Not many sounds in the world could ever be a fraction of as horrifying as so much metal and glass twisting and shattering. Screeching tires, strangled sobs, shattering glass. Between the confusion and the fiery pain racking my body it was all too much. I blacked out for what could've been seconds, minutes or even hours. When I regained consciousness, everything took on a reddish tinge. I could feel oozing liquid on my head that I later realized was blood. Through the overwhelming physical pain, I finally thought to look over and check on Aaron. Just when I thought my pain couldn't get any worse, it heightened to new peaks, higher than any Mt. Everest.

Aaron was even worse off than I was. When he saw the truck he must've swerved over towards the ditch in the opposite side of the road, thus saving me from the brunt of the impact. Sobs choked me. Aaron was hopelessly encaged in a maze of twisted metal. He was cut in so many places his whole skin was red, or pink where the flesh was exposed. A large shard of metal had impaled him through the heart.
"Aaron..." I choked.
"N-no. NO!" I started screaming. The guy from the delivery truck stumbled out, a few cuts but mostly unharmed. He took out what I presumed was a cell phone and called 911.

Flashing lights red and blue through the dark night, wailing sirens calling out to each other in the silent air. But not of that mattered because my best friend was dead.
Like an angel in the midst of hell, the first EMT's face appeared, followed by more. Soon enough I was surrounded by firemen and EMTs. They cut through the twisted metal and put me on a stretcher. But nobody paid much attention to Aaron expect to quickly check his pulse, and with a shake of their heads', drape a sheet over his lifeless body.
"W-what are you doing?" I demanded.
"Honey it's okay, we'll take care of you." One person reassured me.
"NO! What about Aaron?" I screamed, which made the pain much worse. They ignored me.
"Don't you hear me!" I yelled, "SAVE AARON! NOT ME, THIS IS MY FAULT! SAVE HIM NOW!" I thrashed and sobbed until I was choking on thick, hot liquid: my own blood. They restrained me with straps but I struggled relentlessly until I felt a sharp pressure in my arm. The last image I took with me before I slipped into darkness, was Aaron's pale, unmoving arm protruding from the sheet.