Catch Me If You Can

Chapter 4

Standing there on the sidewalk in front of the school didn't feel right. It was getting dark and Alex wasn't showing up. I was starting to think that maybe he had forgotten about me or something along those lines.

I gave up. I had been standing, awaing Alex for over 4 hours. Picking up my backpack, I flung it over my shoulder and started riding my skateboard home slowly. Gliding down the sidewalk slowly, I didn't even notice a car pulling up behind me. Seeing something out of the corner of my eye, I stopped. Getting off my skateboard, I glances around cautiously. Not noticing the car, I mounted my skateboard and started for home again.

As I was walking, the care gradually slowed down over time to keep up with me. Stopping, the car stopped as well. Turning around, I saw the car and froze. The windows, front and back, were tinted. To make things even worse, the car door opened. I couldn't see who was getting out of the car at this point but I was terrified. The person started walking towards me. Not getting a good look at him when the figure was close to me, I was hugged. Screaming in shock, I shoved the person away from me. Tripping, I fell backwards and onto the pavement. Looking up quickly, I noticed that it was a boy around my age. Before I could tell who he was, he quickly bent down and helped me up. "Calm down Alicia, it's only me." Laughing he dusted me off and looked at me. Punching his arm affectionately, I looked up at him. "You scared the fucking shit out of me!" Crossing my arms I turned away from him. Glancing back at him I wanted to see if I could make him feel guilty or something. I wasn't sure why I wanted him to feel that way, I just did.

Alex looked down at the pavement, looking as if he was going to start sobbing. Turning around I lightly pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry Alex." I heard him laugh before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He spoke as he walked to the passenger side of his car. "It's alright, really." Smiling, he opened the passenger side door and gently set me down in the seat. Closing the door, he walked back over to the sidewalk and picked up my skateboard and backpack, tossing them into the trunk of the car before getting into the drivers side.

Getting into the car, he smiled lustrously at me. Silently, Alex started up the car and began to head back to my house. Turning and looking out the window, I watched every one of the houses that passed us by.

As Alex turned a corner, there was a sudden bright light. Tensing up, he quickly turned the wheel, swerving out of the way of the on-coming truck. At the same time, the truck tried to dodge us, causing a head-on collision between our car and the truck. Lurching forward, the seatbelt choked me as the car came to an abruptly violent stop. Within the mess, another car turned the corner and ran straight into us, somehow flipping our car over causing us to hit light post. Alex's side of the car was severely damaged. His car was dented and smashed badly.

Slowly looking around, I attempted to get out of the car but couldn't find the door handle. I couldn't see anything at all. My vision was blurred and I was insanely dizzy.  Looking over at Alex, I became petrified of what I could see through my blurred vision. I didn't want to see him. Not in this state. His head was badly injured. Blood dripping from his head and from the corners of his mouth.  From the way his head had hit the steering wheel, I could guess he busted his head open  in some way. Lightly touching his arm, he was unconscious due to blood loss and severe injury to his head.

Looking around dizzily, I could just barely make out the driver that hit our car making a phone call. Most likely to the police. Suddenly, my vision became even worse. Blood was dripping into my eyes from my head injury. Glass from the windshield and from my window had pierced through my leg. Both my thigh and my calf were gushing blood. How did I not notice it? Was the pain just that bad that I didn't even realize it was there? Or was it because I had already gone numb from all the blood lost? Either way, it wasn't good. I started to lost consciousness slowly. I could faintly make out hearing the sirens, I finally slipped out of consciousness. I couldn't take all the blood pouring from my body. I couldn't even take seeing Alex in the state he was in. It was utterly heart-breaking. I couldn't help but feel as if it was my fault. I knew he would disagree with my claim, but I know it was my fault. Nobody could say it wasn't.