TRIGGER WARNINGS
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For a moment, there was a creepy silence as they sat there unable to move while flowers grew on the boys in the backseat. Their seat belts had tangled around their limbs and cut off their blood circulation; Connor's left leg was purple from the lack of blood flow. The only one who was able to somewhat move was Jared, who used a nearby shard of glass to slash his seatbelt. Wanting to help the others, Jared tried to crawl into the backseat and cut them out but soon learned that his legs were completely crushed by the heavy, dented, metal of the hood.
Evan was the best out of the three, being sheltered by Connor had kept him in one piece for the most part. But he was suffering a different kind of injury than the others.
Crippled was a good word to describe the trio, an understatement really.
According to Connor's flowers, Evan had broken both of his legs. Jared was sure he broke his nose and lost his left middle finger, which made him more angry than anything. Connor had been hit on his spine by the roof of the car and was paralyzed, probably permanently, and knocked unconscious.
"Jared a-are you crying?" Evan squeaked out.
Jared sniffled and buried his face into his shirt. "No."
"If you are crying, that's okay. It's a scary situation and we're probably gonna die in the next fifteen minutes. If I could, I would cry. But I think I used up all the tears inside me."
"It's just that... that... all of this is my fault! I knew about your kidnapping but I didn't do anything and now we're gonna die because of me. I hate this situation, I hate your mom, and most of all, I hate myself! I'm a complete asshole, I annoy you and Connor every single day, and I make my parents unhappy! And I should be helping Connor but instead I'm here pitying myself," Jared cried.
"N-no don't say that Jared. You helped so much! You and your computer skills found me and saved me. And you--"
"What did you say?"
"N-nothing."
"No what did you say?" Jared pestered.
You and your computer skills--"
"Shut up, Hansen! I know what to do!" Jared screamed, a small sliver of hope had appeared and he was going to hold onto that hope no matter what.
Careful not to get cut by any of the broken glass, Jared shimmied under the deflating airbag and started moving around.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Saving our asses!"
Evan tried to raise an eyebrow but couldn't quite manage to do it and got his face stuck alongside Connor's in an odd position.
"I got it!" Jared yelled from the front, tossing something behind him into what he imagined was his seat but was actually Evan's foot.
"Ow!"
"Sorry. Hey try passing it back to me."
"I-I can't my hands are stuck under Connor."
Jared couldn't help it. "Kinky!"
He heard Evan sigh and immediately apologized. "Just pass it with your feet."
"My feet aren't really good as hands," Evan said, attempting to pick up the box-like item and repeatedly dropping it. "I-I can't do it, J-Jared I'm so s-sorry." He tensed up in the back seat and his face turned red from overheating, which seemed almost impossible since it was so cold from the rain.
"I-it's okay, Evan. Remember when my mom signed me up for soccer and she signed you up too because you were the only person who actually enjoyed being with me? Use anything you remember from soccer practice."
"All I remember is being too nervous to play on a team because I was scared of letting everyone down so I-I never showed up to any games."
"Yes, but besides that you were what? What did coach Royo love about you?"
"That was ten years ago, Jared! Maybe I was the best kicker all those years ago, but definitely not now."
"Well I don't want to die, so at least try," Jared pleaded.
He heard some grunting in the backseat and soon, the item was kicked back to him.
"Goal?"
"Goal."
"Yes!"
While Evan celebrated his victory, Jared unzipped the case. It was terribly dented and most definitely messed up in multiple ways, but it was usable. He opened his laptop and tried to shield it from the rain while he typed viciously. Soon, a ringing noise was heard from the laptop.
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"
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أدب الهواةEvan always tried to hide his flowers. It was pointless, almost everyone had them, but their flowers were bright yellows and pinks that made them look like walking flower bouquets. His were dark colors - blacks, reds, browns, and purples - that made...
