Each Scar Tells A Story (A Katy Perry Fanfic)

Chapter 2- A Family's Love Is Too Strong

I'm speeding and I know it. I don't care how fast I'm going. The sooner I got away from there. From him. From everything that reminds me of him the better. I glance at the blinking, beeping,flashing icon. Great. Fucking great. I'm running out of gas and fast. I have to slow down in order to conserve the last of the fuel. I glance, maybe a little too long in the mirror to see the scenery surrounding the road to my house dissipating quickly. My eyes suddenly drawn back to the windscreen, only I'm a little too late. There's a hold up in the traffic and my foot couldn't reach the brake in time. I'm launched forward in my sit. The front of my black Audi crumpled into the back of the blue car in front. The two merged together. My head smashing off the window and my body launched back into my seat. I'm confused, shocked, scared and angry all at the same time. Something warm and rather sticky trickling down either side of my face. The darkness came searching for me. I gave in. Me dipping in and dipping out of consciousness for quite some time. Feelings of panic and nausea wash over me as I figure out I've lost the ability to move my legs, feet and toes. Was it shock? My spine? There's no time to think about other alternatives as the darkness washes over me again. I come around to see the red flashing  lights quickly approaching me, they're still  miles in front, even if I don't know for sure how far away they actually are as I can't see properly and my brain processing things, my surroundings, far too slowly. My sight blurred, a shooting, stabbing pain in my left side. A broken rib, maybe two? Or was it my body's way of telling me this was the end? My brain going into overdrive thinking about what's wrong with me. Panic settling in in every corner of my mind. The sirens seemed closer. I shut my eyes. The noise unbearable. Another tsunami of tears spilling over the rim of my eyes. The water dripping down my face, adding to the wetness and stickiness.

The surrounding noises far too loud but still muffled scaring me even more. It's like I'm an outsider listening in on my own life but separated by a glass bubble.

Some guy managed to wrench the rear passenger door open. I'm paralysed with fear, shock and despair. The darkness claimed me again. Pulled back to a conscious state by the paramedic sitting in the seat behind me. His hands holding my head and neck so that he was sure I couldn't move. I can't. Tears still continuing to stream down my face. I'm shaking violently, uncotrollably again, and again I feel sick. Someone from outside my 'car'- I couldn't exactly call it a car now due to the state of it- reached across me and fastened a neck-brace around my neck, giving the medic behind me the use of his hands back.

The person outside cut and ripped and tore the sleeve of my leather jacket in order to stab me like a pin cushion to give me the medication and pain relief I needed. I passed out with the sudden rush of morphine coursing through my veins. Me becoming even more numb.

I hear the sound of metal grinding and wake up to the noises being inches from my lacerated face. It was the fire department. They'd come to free me of the wreckage that once was my beautiful car. I was pulled out and strapped to a stretcher, wincing in pain with every forced movement. No need to guess where they were taking me.

It was a rather short, rather fast ride in the back of the ambulance to the closest hospital. The bed-trolley thing beneath me hurtling through doors. People coming from all directions asking questions loudly, quickly, so they could determine what to do.

I'm lying here, unable to move much, trying to follow with my eyes where the voices were coming from and trying to glance in that general direction before someone else's voice pitches in. Occasionally catching glimpses of doctors and nurses as they reach and lean and peer over me. I have no idea which direction I'm being raced towards or where I'm going to end up. I just lie there, my mind making up scenarios as I grow more impatient at the lack of information I'm being given about myself. I just see the lights that run all the way along the ceiling, although the pace at which I'm being moved makes the lights above move faster, making me feel even more nauseas. I shut my eyes, unable to stop the vile liquid rising up from my stomach to my throat. I cough and splutter and spray it all out on top of me and catch the nurse who was trying to look at my pupils.