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Chapter Thirty-Five

Yeah, so I'm back like the next month to update...haha. Sorry, I've been busy with this big project and I think I mentioned it in my other book updates. So yeah. But I'm working on all the books I have here, don't worry. :] Hope you enjoy!

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When it was all over,

When the car stopped spinning from the impact,

When the car hit the tree,

When the car stopped flipping,

When the world stopped twirling,

And when the car stopped falling apart,

All Kakashi Hatake could hear was the ringing in his ears.

As he willed it to go away, he could now hear the fire cackling--as if they were laughing at his misfortune--and the metal crunching under the weight of the rocking chunk of metal. He groaned as a piece of glass was jutting out, poking the lower half of his back. He tried to move, but his seatbelt held him in place.

He felt as though no one else in the world could feel this pain.

His eyes watered as the smoke filled his nose, past his mask, and touched his eyes with burning toxins. He tried his best to see through the smoke and the fire, only finding a crushed windshield and a cracked street. He spotted the feet of worried passerby and opened his chapped lips to scream, "Get help! Call for help! Please--!"

That was all he could manage before the smoke filled his lungs and choked him from the inside. He coughed and tried to breathe, but every time he inhaled, he felt his lungs burning. His mind was pounding and his body couldn't function. He tried to move his legs, only to find that they were crushed under the metal--from where the pedals were.

"Kakashi, go. Go and get to safety. There's fire..."

He heard a weak voice tell him--a voice he could barely hear over the fire and the chaos--from not too far away. He was too dazed to even find out who it was that spoke, instead following the instructions. In his dazed state, he could only think of it as a subconscious voice in his head.

He moved his aching arms and tried to pry his feet out from the crushed and deformed metal. He groaned from the pain traveling throughout his whole body, his limbs screaming protests, but kept trying. He curled his numb fingers underneath the metal and kept pulling with all his strength.

He'd managed to get his left foot out, and used it to kick the metal and force his right foot out. When he was free, he felt around for the handle of the car door, unlocked it, and let himself tumble out from the car.

"He's free! Let's help him out!"

"Oh my gosh--!"

"Are the cops on their way?"

"Someone send an ambulance--"

"We should go help him--!"

"...Is there another person in the car?"