Nothing like starting over (Hunter hayes fan fiction)

Chapter 9/The accident

Payton had helped as much as she could but as far as I am concerned it's all just a lost cause.i just felt like I was wasting everyone's time. They didn't make me come in on Saturday or Sunday which was nice. I basically just slept and got high. I know it may seem bad but I came up with more lyrics to add to what I had previously written with Payton. It wasn't great but it was just practice. I was weirdly nervous about going to the studio this morning. I didn't really know why because I already knew what was going to happen. I would go in sit down Payton would do most of the work and then i'd go home. I still didn't like the idea of having a writer with me who I didn't know.i was hungover and high but I felt pretty ok. I got dressed and went downstairs and got in my car. As I was driving I felt a sudden sense of light headedness. I shook my head and looked around. I tried to ignore the heaviness that was weighing on my eyes. I shook my head again and again but it wasn't helping. People behind me were honking I looked back at them but I realized that I was going super slow. I sped up a little and tried to drive normal. I was seeing spots everywhere and my head felt heavy. I was starting to get sleepy, I hadn't realized just how hungover I was or how high I still was. I was really close to the studio I only had a few more turns to go. I saw the light change green. Or at least I thought I did. A sudden force smashed into me throwing my body to the side smacking my head against the window. I glanced around to a spinning world. Screeching and glass shattering was the only thing I could hear. Pain shot through my body shadows formed all around me as things turned grey. Another shock of pain rang through my body leaving a pounding in my head. Jerked from side to side until I felt weightless the last thing I saw was what I think a blurry view of the sky before the top of my head hit something hard all I could see was black. I faintly heard sirens in the distance and people screaming.

PAYTON'S POV

hunter was late. As usual. I don't understand that kid. He had a wonderful life and ok so he had some bumps in the road but my god was he really that depressed ? He was normally only about ten to fifteen minutes late but it had been an hour. I told Betsy I wasn't going to wait around all day. I had better things to do than deal with the handful that hunter was. I thought he was sweet but he was rude and insensitive. Almost like he didn't have a filter for his words. You'd think if he was able to tell people the mean things he would be able to open up a little and write a song. He was super talented but he was wasting it being sad. I waited another 20 minutes for hunter but he didn't show up. I got up and went to tell Betsy we could try a gain tomorrow but she was on the phone. I guess I would have to wait to tell her bye.

"Hey Payton hunter here yet ?" sam asked walking through the door

"Nope." I shrugged

"Damn. I wish he was his old self. You would have loved him. I know he's a lot to deal with now but trust me when he was happy he was a completely different person." Sam smiled looking into nothing.
I could tell he was reminiscing old memories in his head. I felt bad for him. And hunter.

"What exactly happened ?" I asked

"Hunter was really excited to release his new album. He went back to real old school stuff not really the main stream country thing we were doing before. It was totally different. He was so happy with it more than he was with any other music he had ever done. The build up to the release was cool. He loves his fans so he played a game on twitter. He would tweet clues for them to try and guess the names of songs he did one a week until the release date. He thought that everyone would love it. But he just didn't get the response he thought he would. Unfortunately other people released their albums the same week and because his wasn't the most popular his got pushed to the side. And eventually he saw people didn't like it as much as his old stuff. He just felt disappointed and let down. All the build up, all the anticipation, excitement he was really happy about all the work he put into it. And it just didn't go so well. We all told him people would come around but he just shut us all out and gradually became depressed. It was really sad to see him so crushed." Sam finished taking in a deep breathe and letting it out.

"I could imagine all that hard work. He must have thought it was all for nothing. But who cares ? people would eventually have come around especially his true fans." I said

"That's what we tried to tell him. Now I think he's just scared to face people." Sam frowned.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. Sam we need to talk. Right now." Betsy bolted in with a worried look plastered across her face.

"What's wrong ?" sam asked as she pulled him into the other room.

I know i shouldn't have but I stepped close to the door so I could hear what they were saying.

"Hunters not late. He was in a car accident." Betsy said

"What !?" Sam gasped

"He was driving here and someone hit his car. It spun around then flipped." She said sadly

"Please tell me he's ok" sam was worried

"No he isn't. But that's not the bad part." Her whole tone of voice changed to what sounded like scared

"It was his fault sam. He was driving while under the influence. They found small amounts if alcohol and marijuana in his system." She was defiantly sad and shocked. I could tell just by the way she was talking.

"No..hunter wouldn't do that ? would he ?" he questioned.

"It doesn't matter. He ran a light and injured other people. He might get charges pressed on him. We need to go to the hospital. Go get everyone else." She said.
I quickly took my seat back so they didn't know what I had heard. I was a bit taken back myself. This was just one more thing for the media to talk about. A lot was going through my mind. Hunter smoked ? he drank ? he did drugs ? what the hell. He just seemed nice. Like he wouldn't hurt anyone. But he was rude when I first met him but I still never thought he would drink and drive.

"Hey Payton something happened with hunter. Do you want to come with us ?" sam asked in a hurry

"Sure" I jumped up and followed.
I felt terrible for the poor kid. He was depressed and just got out of the hospital. Everyone was already talking about him and now this. We didn't even know how badly he was hurt. Suddenly I grew just as worried as everyone else. I wasn't as close but I still had compassion. I didn't want hunter to die. Even if he didn't would he be able to over come this ? or would this be it ? if this made his depression any worse I honestly think hunter would try to kill himself again and next time no one would be around to save him. The car ride to the hospital was dead silent. I've never seen so many full grown men so sad.