Decisions ~AJR Fan Fiction~

Part 2

I was sitting on my couch, on my phone. I was bored as heck. I was surfing YouTube, ended up watching some Sam and Colby.

Then I had an idea.

I always spent my time either in my apartment or at the grocery store buying food.

What if I just drove around the city and see what there is?

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to get ready. I bent over and grabbed my makeup bag from a drawer underneath the sink. I put the little bag next to the sink and looked up at the mirror. I saw my reflection. The first thing I thought was,
"Oh my god I'm so pretty."
My curly, waist length brown hair, with dyed hot pink tips. I ran my fingers through my hair. My hair was thick. Strands of hair would stick together underneath my fingertips.

My eyes. My big, green, sparkly eyes. I saw them well up with tears.

I just started to remember my past, that's all. I put my head down in my arms, next to the sink. I slowly looked back up at myself. My pale cheeks turning red. I shook my head quickly, "no no no stop crying stop crying, this was a while ago." I held still and pulled down my shirt sleeve, revealing my shoulder. There lie scars and bruises. I put my sleeve back up and told myself to stop crying.

I thought of pooping unicorns, and I laughed. I stopped crying. I acted like that never happened. I zipped open my makeup bag and started to pretty myself up with the dab of brushes and such.

I walked out of the bathroom, confident as fuck. I looked so pretty.

I grabbed my phone and put it in my purse. I walked out to the elevator and pressed a button that had an "L" on it. Lobby.

I step into my cheap grey blazer (that used to be my dad's). I turned the key in the ignition and heard the truck fire up. I pressed the gas pedal and pulled out from the parking lot.

As I was approaching an intersection, something happened.

I stopped, just like the stop sign said, looked both ways, nobody. Then as soon as I let off the break, a person came flying down the street in a sweet ass mustang. It was red, had two stripes down the middle and everything. I heard their loud breaks and looked to my left. As I saw them, I instinctively pressed the gas, but it was already too late. They had smashed into the side of my car and pushed it off the ground about 6 feet. The car didn't actually hit ME, thankfully. Just the side of my car.

I was sitting there, 6 feet off the ground, panicking and not knowing what to do. I unbuckled and tried to open the door but it wouldn't open.
"COME ON YOU FUCKING DOOR OPEN!" I was leaning my body against it, but nothing. I tried to get my phone out of my pocket to call someone but it was so cramped in the seat, and the way I saw sitting, I couldn't get it out. I started banging on the glass, hoping someone would come up and help me try to break the window.
"HELP!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
I see a guy run up to my car window and start hitting it. He had curly brown hair and was wearing a thick silver jacket. He had greenish-brown eyes, and round lips that made me weak (hehe). He eventually cracked the glass, and I was able I punch it and break it.

I've never been scared and relieved at the same time...

Since the door wouldn't open, he grabbed my hand and he pulled me out of the window. I smacked on the concrete as I hear police and ambulance sirens. I sit up and I want to scream because I have shards of glass sticking out of my abdomen. The medics run to me and place me onto a gurney and roll me into the ambulance. I put my head up once I'm in the ambulance and I see him running toward me. He climbs into the ambulance (I didn't know you were allowed to run into ambulances but whatever) and kneels next to me.
"How bad is it?" He asks desperately.

Why is he so concerned? We just met...

"It's not too bad. We're just gonna take her to the hospital and keep her overnight, just to make sure." One of the medics replied in a husky voice. Him and I make eye contact, and we end up staring at each other for a solid minute.
"Ok now get off the ambulance." One of the medics says, pointing back.
He jumps off the Ambulance, and one of the medics closes the doors, and we drive off.