Survivor

Chapter 2

 Vikki helps me find my purse, and says she's drive me home. I give her my address once we find my purse, which ended up being on the couch with the other young males. They make me feel uneasy, but I don't know why. I just have a weird gut feeling about them two.

I stay by the threshold while she heads in there since I'm too afraid to. The boys tease her about it, but eventually cave in to giving it to her once they see me. "Thank you. Now, sober up will you?"

"Yes, mother," the one with the blonde hair says, sarcastically. The other starts to giggle next to him uncontrollably.

She growls and walks back to me, "Here you go. Sorry about them; they are so immature."

"It's okay," I respond.

She hands me my purse, which I accept, and gently grabs my arm above my elbow. "Come, let's take you home." I smile and let her lead me to her vehicle outside. The sun is already up and shining; it's so bright out.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's early, but yet late. I'm sure your parents are getting worried just like mine are." She unlocks the vehicle and helps me in the passenger side. "Can you buckle yourself or do you need help?"

My head is still pounding, I feel like its getting worse again. Before I know it she's leaning over me, and I hear a loud click noise from beside me. "There, you're in. Hang tight, I'll be right in." I just hold my head, and force a smile. I feel nervous yet anxious about what my parents will say. I don't need that at the moment; I just need to get home right now.

I look up for a moment to see Vikki hugging Chris, and him rubbing her back. She pulls away and trots towards the vehicle. She opens the doors, jumps in, and closes the door. She starts the vehicle, puts her seat belt on, and asks, "Ready?"

I nod and ask, "Are you okay?"

"Let's just get you home, okay?" She seems off, nervous about something. "Did you ever put your address into my phone? I need to know where I am going."

"No, I didn't yet." She pulls out her phone and I tell her my address, slowly. "There, now we can get going." I put my head back down in the middle console.

I feel the car begin to move backwards and fell glad to be a step closer to going home. We move forwards and pass a couple of stop signs and lights when I think the worst is behind me. I am wrong.

She starts to move when I feel an intense jerk on my side of the vehicle.

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I come to, with a huge headache, too, and my vision is a little blurry. I notice that I'm on the outside of the vehicle and that there's strange people turning all around. My vision clears a little, and I see they're in different color uniforms. Some are police officers, firefighters, and ambulance people, too.

I try yelling at them to get their attention, but nothing, they just keep moving. I think, 'How strange.'

"They can't hear you," a strange male's voice says.

I jump as I look at him standing beside me. He's taller than me with dark hair, and a full white suit and shoes. "What the hell?" And just then a paramedic with the stretcher goes through me. I stop breathing for a moment. I'm shocked, confused, so many other emotions as well, my head is spinning. 'Am I dead?' I wonder

"Not quite darling," he says with a chuckle at the end.

My breathing comes back and it's fast; I turn and look at him. I'm so confused, "What is going on? Who are you?"

"Yeah, we get those a lot. I'll explain that later. Come, let's take a closer look." He begins walking towards the scene, but I still want to know what is going on.

I follow after him; I'm scared and confused about what is going on. "Why not now?" I want to keep talking, but I get distracted by what's in front of me. It's bad, real bad. I see the paramedics pull Vikki out of the driver side; she doesn't look good. She's lying down with blood all over her face, and her foot and arm doesn't look normal, either.

The man clears his throat, so I turn and face the passenger side. That's where the most commotion is at. I gasp and cover my mouth; all I can do is watch. I see a rather large truck that has struck my side of the vehicle, and they were all working on getting me out.

"Easy! Be careful. How does she look?" one of the paramedics in the back asks. He's by the stretcher.

"Not good; I don't see any movement," a female in front answers. "I'm gonna need help pulling her out."

"I'm right here," another male pops in next to her, and together I see them gently pull me out of the vehicle. I look so lifeless, and so ... red.

"Here, I'm right here," the male in the back rushes in to help. He grabs my neck/shoulder area, and guides them to the stretcher. They set me down and strap me in, and start to move me to the ambulance.

"We need to get her to the hospital, now! I'm not sure if she's even breathing," the female says.

"Then, I guess we'll have to work on her on the way. Let's go!" the younger male says.

The two males jump in the back while the female closes the door and heads to the front. The lights turns on and it takes off.

I'm scared even more now, so I turn and face the man in white and ask, "Am I dead?" He just raises his eyebrows, and winks an eye.