Survival [completed]

The accident

When I reach home I fully and completely break down in tears. The trust that I had for Tristan was tainted. How could he think I would do that? How could he think that I would ever cheat on him. I loved him. I don't do that easily. He knew that. It seemed everyone I opened upto and trusted once would one day, break it or hurt me later on. Jasper was all I had left and I honestly was starting to fear what damage he could do. It was like I was meant to forever be alone. Forever alone. No company, no friends. People I loved either, left me or starting hating me or just didn't trust me anymore. 

I had to run. Yeah, that would help. I had to slot and sort out my thoughts. I needed the wind to whip against my skin causing just enough pain for me to focus and also forget about the intensity of what I was feeling now. I really had to think things through. I took my handphone and ear piece and changed to my running cloths. I texted my parents that I was going for a jog to which my father said I could. So I was all clear. I pulled on my sports shoes and wiggled my toes in them feeling my shoe mould itself to my feet. Honestly, these shoes were my second love...next to Tristan. The thought of him pushed me to run out of my gate. My music was at its highest volume and I was completely comsumed by the music. I couldn't here a single sound beyond my earpieces. I The wind was slicing at my skin as I ran and I pushed farther and faster than I usually would. I ran a different route but it rounded back to Mr Stone's street and then to Jasper's street. 

It was still a little early in the afternoon and I knew for a fact that no one was going to be driving on these roads. It was in a neighbourhood road, no cars would speed or come this way. So I ran right smack in the middle of the road. I enjoyed the freeodm as my thoughts mulled over Tristan.

You know how in books and movies they say 'it all happened so fast' blah blah blah. Well, they weren't exaggerating. It all really did happen so fast. One second I was thinking of whether Tristan had the right to be pissed at me and then next my brain went blank and I felt my feel leave the comfort of the road. I was flying sideways. Then after a while I crashed on to the side walk which was pure hard, rough cement. My left side took most of the blow but and my right hand slammed against the pavement trying to break my fall. I felt my chest compress and tighten. My lungs gasped for air. My eyes were all blank and for a while I could hardly hear. Then slowly I began to hear, someone was shouting my name. My head was still in a daze. I was dizzy and light-headed. My chest began to rise with the wieght removed off me. I could breathe better. I gasped in a gush of air and I think that was the wrong move cause I begin to feel faint and nauseous. 

A hand grabs me and starts shaking me and I want to tell whoever it is to stop shaking me. My vision clears and my head hurts from the sudden brightness. I blink and try to adjust my eyes to the brightness. My head begins to clear and I slowly try to process everything. As I am doing this my stomach constricts and I lunge forward and puke out all that I had eaten that day, which wasn't much. There was nothing much in my stomach so I begin to dry-heave. 

"Try to take in air Star." a voice tells me from my side. Someone holds the lose strands of hair out of my face as I dry-heave. 

"She's really cold" Another voice notes. 

"She's proabably in shock. I think we should bring her in. I have blankets in my house. She needs to get warm." The first voice says. I try to recognise who these people are and my brain races to place a face to the familiar voices. Slowly it attaches the first voice to Mr Stone. The second one was Tristan. I realise Tristan is holding me and I sag against him as my dry-heaving dies down. I am reduced to panting. 

"It's okay...you're okay now." Tristan tells me as he runs a hand over my hair. "Star, I'm going to carry you into Mr Stone's house alright?" 

I have no energy to reply him. After a while I feel hands come under my legs and then aroudn my back. Soon I'm being lifted up and I bury my head in Tristan's chest. I was so glad he was here. I was safe. I felt safe.