Kiddnaped by Cannibals

One

                      

  ○ BECCA○

There's something in the thought of death that scares people, whether it's the fear and worry of where you'll end up spending the remainder of your existence, or what actually happens after you kick the bucket. I never knew that fear, I've never had thought about death at all really, until it was directly in front of me, breathing icy breath down my neck, and in a way that scared me more than the thought of my own death ever could. I had been blind to death, intoxicated and so distracted by life to realize that death had even existed.

We were all to drunk to comprehend the world around us, laughing and smiling we had no worries, we were 5 teens going home after the best party of our lives, we felt invincible, like nothing was holding us back. Turning up the pounding music from the front seat I cackled, the smell of alcohol lingering on my breath, Tracy behind the wheel laughed harder, flipping the windshield wipers on to wipe away the snow that stained the glass, trying to find the heat and warmth radiating from inside the car. We all began to dance to the music, strapped to the seats, our moves were constricted to waving our hands in the air. We laughed, hooted and Hollered.

"MY BOYFRIEND LEFT ME DOWN THE ISLE, NOW HIS CLOTHING'S IN A PILE!" We sang to the music. I laughed turning my head to see in between the two front seats of Tracy's Kia. Emily and Alex were laughing and singing along as Grace was trying to keep down vomit.

"TRACE OPEN A WINDOW I THINK GRACE IS GUNNA HURL!" Emily yelled to Tracy over the Blaring music, Tracy laughed in response and rolled down Graces window, Grace instantly hanging her head out of it, she pulled her head back inside and wiped her mouth with her sleeve starting to dance to the music again. I laughed and moved back to my seat, Grace had always been a good Partier. I looked ahead, a man stood in the center of the road, the headlights flashing, his face looked like a beckon for death, he had that grin only a psycho would, and everything about him made my bones shake.

"TRACY WATCH OUT!" I yelled, Tracy swerved the car over to get away from the man, when the car was hit by a silent, hidden, killer, black ice. The vehicle swerved off the hill, tumbling down the rocky surface to the bottom. I felt warm liquid pour from my forehead, running down my face in a hot stream of blood.

"Trace? I groaned, my voice unrecognizable as my own, when no response followed.
"Emily?" I asked, trying to move out of the uncomfortable position I had been in, my body protesting, I stopped moving, giving in to the pain that covered me outside and drown me inside. When no response followed a lump grew in my throat, were they dead? I wasn't strong enough to find out the answer to that question.

"Becca?" Alexandra's voice reiterated shakily.

"Alex, are you okay?" I questioned, hearing another groan in response.

"What happened?" Grace slurred.

"Can you guys move?" My voice sounded as if I was dying, and at this point I felt as though I was.

"Yeah...uh kind of, can you? "Alex enquired.

"No, I need you to call 911, Emily and Trace aren't responding, I don't know if their hurt really bad or not." I explained my eyes growing heavy, my inability to keep them open made my fear grow. Alex had said something, maybe yelled something, but I couldn't hear her, the world spun around me, I tried to allow myself to focus but I was blind, hidden within my own mind, trying to find a way out of the hole I was buried in, until it was all a black whirl of nothingness.