The Forgotten One

Aftermath

Wylie saw as his car grew close to the ground, while the car turned to the left. The energy of the downfall shock him sideways. The air bags plunged their bodies over the face of Wylie and his father. His father felt an impact on his right shoulder, and felt an unstoppable pressure that moved him to the right. His mother, still unaware of what was occurring, flew through the right side of the car. Wylie's cellphone flew to the roof and its screen broke into pieces as it fell over the dashboard. The cooler that's located behind in the trunk was brutally opened and the refreshments flew off the cooler and inside the car, which included some glass drinking bottles, plastic containers, thermos and some fruits.  These all flew throughout the car, smashing themselves with the corners of the car. The clear glass bottles cracked and broke, sending shattering glass flying throughout the car. The fruits smashed themselves to the car's dashboard and cracked their futile bodies into pieces. The windshield formed cracks through its corners which little by little grew enough to break the whole glass. Shreds of glass flew through the left side, one of the pieces pierced the the right cheek of the mother. They went round and round, moving their heads like bobble heads. The father came to the side and was pulled back by the seat belt, making a crackling sound in his chest. They continued to roll until the left side of the trunk came into contact with a rough brown tree. All commotion came to an end, everything came to a stop.

The car was fallen upside down, a trail of glass, metal and broken bushes followed, also it was bent a little to the left. After some mere minutes, Wylie awoke cold and scared. He took off the airbag in front of him. He saw his parents, both were unconscious. His mother's face was covered with blood, her body lay over the roof. He called her repeatedly, but no response came back. His mind trembled, was he the only survivor of such a devastating accident or was there hope somewhere... He slowly turned towards his father, and saw his father's chest expand slightly, Wylie's heart rejoiced at such a view. Tears of happiness ran through his cheeks and he yelled: "Dad! Dad! We are safe, don't worry we will get through this." The father's eyes opened slowly and turned his face towards his son. As he was going to talk, blood ran up through his lips and in a low voice he says: "Run... son, or... it will be... too late."

Wylie' eyes opened in shock and he responded: "Never, I will never leave you here, it's because of me that this occurred!" The father slowly said: "You took the right decision but you need to face the consequences..." Blood came pouring up his face, and he coughed hard. The blood splashed through the roof of the car. Wylie's left cheek was covered with his father's blood, his face was still as if frozen and his mind blank. He couldn't accept what had happened to him, it was just not right. He knew he couldn't just stay there doing anything at all; he needed to act. He tried to take his seatbelt off, but it wouldn't come out. He pulled harder and harder, the belt cracked and sprout out of its place, dragging Wylie's body to the roof. His body made a thud while it hit the roof. Wylie's back hurt a lot but he didn't surrender to the pain. He got up on his elbows and crawled in pain out of the car. He managed to stand up, even though his knees and arms were filled with shreds of glass. He thought for a moment to call for help, maybe it might be heard by some passerby. He yelled: "Help! Help! Please, we need help!". He yelled for various minutes until no sound could come out of his mouth. He waited for someone to come but no one did. He added his weight on the car, to diminish the pain of his knees. Then, he thought of helping his parents...

He crawled down inside the car, his father still bleeding through his lips, saw him and said: "For god... sake... get the hell... out of here." More and more blood was filling the roof below his father's head. Wylie thought of how to assert this situation, he knew he couldn't leave his parents behind, this is something he would never approve of.  Wylie then reflected of how he got out of the car, through pulling out his seatbelt. He moved towards his father, scraping his elbows a little bit more with the glass shreds. He sensed the terrible pain, but that wasn't going to stop him. Wylie tried to find his father's seatbelt, it was dark but he got it. He tried to pull, but found it stuck between the car's metal frame and his father's seat. His father continued to say him to leave them and save his own life, to give up for his greater good. Wylie was determined to pull this off. As he lay over the roof, he pulled it with all his strength, yet it didn't budge. He knew he couldn't give up, so he thought of gaining some support by positioning his both feet on his seat and pulled it. The seatbelt threw off a spark and moved away from the tight grip it was in. His father fell over the floor, but something unprecedented happened...

A fire consumed the left side of the car. Wylie's face was too close to the floor, the flames had reached him. They scourged his left cheek, he crawled back in rapid state. As he was out the car, he could feel his face burn, he screamed in agony. And as he turned his face to see the car, it was covered with flames, he yelled in pain. He extended his hands toward the car in discomfort. Tears rushed through his eyes. Slowly, his vision turned more and more blurry. Everything went out of focus as he lost consciousness due to the infernal pain and went into a deep sleep.

The fallen car stood still in between the wilderness, its blackish paint glimmered from the rays of the defiant moon. A lot of damage had been done to the car, even its fuel system was traumatized. A branch had speared through the gas tank causing a devastating leak, gasoline filled the empty spaces below the car. Some time later, its levels increased and it slowly starting dripping from the left side of the car. Small rivers of gasoline grew from the drop rain and swept to the corners of the upper metal clump of the left side door, as the slithering rivers grew in size, it slides over the clump to the interior of the car. But the unexpected occurred... a spark out of nowhere landed on the rivers, creating a newborn rage. This rage rose out of the rivers consuming them entirely, it grew in size and power. Not only did it outgrew the rivers, its growth was unstoppable. It crawled over the car, surrounding it with its deadly claws and fiery nature. As a beast of its kind, it devoured anything dead or alive, it would deform their nature and transform it into its sustenance. It developed into a giant, scorching devil in a rapid state. It annihilated everything, darkening its color to that of a deep gaseous black, and as it flew upward, it took over the dark sky. High above the sky, stood the moon as it scanned the area. As it saw through the destruction, the moon had a faint smile, for it knew that this was just part of a greater scheme.

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Hi!

I would like to thank all of you who are reading this story. I am deeply pleased publishing these stories, it's actually my first time, so I invite you to comment and criticize. I am open to any advice.  If you have any question on the story, feel free to ask. I will try to publish a new chapter every day, but I might end up publishing once every week. Thank you again.

---Diawthor