(1D) Saw ; The Beginning

(8) Chapter Two ; Wrecked .

Michael Clifford ;

   "Hang in there buddy..." I heard Ashton's gentle voice. "We're almost there...." 

   

It sounded so surreal. Am I dreaming? I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy.

   

  "You're gonna be okay Michael..." I heard Eleanor too. "They're gonna take care of you...." 

   

Clayton. He was to blame for this. Last thing I remembered was listening in on one of his suspicious conversations over the phone. He caught me, then forced something down my throat. The disgusting taste of dry blood consumed the inside of my mouth. I grimaced wishing I could rid of it.

   

   "A-Ashton..." I huffed out of breath. Even talking seemed hard to do. "Y-you need to know...."

    "Shh-" he hushed. "It's okay Michael, you can tell us when you're better-"

  "N-no!" I shook my head forcing my eyes open just a bit.

   

I was blinded by the lights, everything was blurry. Ashton sat beside me, wide eyed like he had just seen a ghost. Eleanor sat next to him looking like she had been crying.

   

   "Wh-where's Cal?" I slurred, struggling to keep my eyes peeled.

  Ashton hung his head. "Michael you should rest, we can talk about it later-"

   "No, you need to know..." I shook my head. Why did I feel so drunk. "I-it's about Cleyton-"

  *CRASH* 

    

   

   

Ashton Irwin ;

My head hit the ceiling, everything turning red before my chest slammed against the floor. Eleanor too was being tossed around like a rag doll. The lights in the ambulance truck were destroyed, forcing them to spark off. I coughed and grunted in pain as the truck continued to roll. Something had hit us, derailing us off of the road. The loud rumbling from the trees and bushes breaking all the windows was in my ear. I cradled my head into my arms but I could still feel cuts on my face.

Finally after a few minutes, we stopped. It was dark, pitch black, and everyone was silent. My neck felt paralyzed, it was so numb. My whole body ached in pains. I could feel the cold of my blood soaking up the pant leg in my jeans.

   

   "Ahhh!!!" I screamed. A sharp throbbing pain was stuck to my leg. I looked down to see a small metal pole lodged right into my calf. "Fuuuuck!!!"

    

I could see blood splattered all over the windshield, blood that belonged to the drivers. My leg was stuck. I winced in pain trying to see if Michael was okay.

   

  "Michael..." I mumbled weakly. "Are you alright??"

   

It was dead silent. I seemed to be the only one making a sound.

   

   "No! No! No!" I cried, grabbing onto his leg and shaking him. It was the only part of him I could reach without pulling on my wound. "Please Michael!!!"