One In a Million {Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 17- Seatbelts save lives

POV: Samantha

Oh god.

I can't even bare seeing his name on my phone without more tears rushing out.

I shut off my phone and stared at the blank screen for a moment.

Then, surprising myself, I threw it across the room. I heard the sickening thump as it hit the wall, but I could not care less.

I put my face in my hands and continued sobbing.

Why did this have to happen to him?!

Any other person would've been completely fine, but no. God had to screw ME over.

Thanks a lot.

I looked up quickly when I heard a vibrating from across the room.

I quickly crawled over and looked to see a message on the lock screen.

We're here, where are you?! -Sydney

I quickly grabbed a tank top and a pair of short yoga shorts before dashing out of the room and putting them on as I ran through the house (I was in the middle of changing when I got the call). I grabbed my flip flops as I rushed out of the front door.

I plopped into the backseat of Cameron's car and finished slipping my flip flops on.

I was a literal disaster. My usually halfway tamed curly hair was now a mess of wild curls thrown every which way, I wasn't wearing any makeup, my eyes were red and bloodshot from crying, my tank top crooked and hanging awkwardly off one of my shoulders, and I had to pull down my shorts because they were giving me a wedgie (tmi I know).

Sydney looked at me sympathetically as Cameron quickly pulled out of the driveway and sped off towards the hospital.

"Sydney where is the hospital from here?" Cameron asked at the entrance of my neighborhood.

"Like I would know!" Sydney snapped, "Look it up on your phone/gps retard!" She said obviously pissed and grief stricken.

It was my turn to pass her a sympathetic gaze.

Cameron looked surprised at her out burst, but pulled out his phone and started typing.

I heard a sharp horn from behind us and I turned around to see the head lights of a small black car with a driver sticking his head out the window yelling profanity at us.

"Cameron, we need to move." I said softly.

"I was trying to-" He just sighed exasperated and screeched out of the entrance of the neighborhood and onto the main road.

He continuously looked down at his phone when we were at stop lights, trying to get directions to the hospital.

Sydney and I were just staring forlornly out of our windows, our heads pressed up against the glass as we stared at the passing blackness.

During one stop light we suddenly heard a large horn being blared from behind us, but quickly getting closer.

I was not constricted by my seat belt so I scooted to the middle of the back seat to look behind us and all I saw was a large blob of headlights coming straight at us.

Time must've slowed down because it took me what seemed like forever to turn back around and look through the wind shield to find that it was a green light and Cameron was still looking down at his phone, one hand on the wheel.

My eyes widened in realization, "Camer-" I broke off as I felt a large force crash into us from behind.

Now, in real life, this went a whole lot faster. The light had just turned green and the not quite sober semi driver was not aware that our car was not moving, but in my mind it was so slow I had time to look at Sydney in the passenger side screaming as glass came towards her and she was slammed against her seat belt. I also saw Cameron's eyes widen in shock as his phone flew from his hands and he threw an arm across Sydney's chest protectively, partly restricted from HIS safety belt.

If only his arm would've stopped me.

For I was not strapped in, and there was nothing stopping me

from being thrown forward and smashing into the windshield.

I didn't scream.

I didn't cry.

I tried to put my hands in front of my face to protect it, but it only caused the glass to stab into my palms.

I flew right through the windshield and finally was greeted by cold hard asphalt. I barely even felt the impact when I had slammed into the street. There was already too much pain.

I could barely move, but I could slowly open my previously squinted shut eyes to see that I had been flung right into the middle of an intersection.

And the only thing I saw in the almost pitch black was another car's tires coming straight towards me.

But I didn't want to see it.

I didn't want to see my own death.

So I quickly shut my eyes and willed myself to sleep, to die already.

I prayed quickly that God would be merciful and just let me sleep.

And maybe he did have mercy on me.

Or maybe the car finally hit me.

All I know is that there was suddenly darkness.

The smells of burning gasoline and cars were gone.

The cold hard asphalt was gone.

I was floating in the void that must've been the place between life and death.

Strange, this is probably where Nash is as well.