The Little White House

Chapter 1 - The Crash

I was throne forward and then back again. I heard a scream and felt something sharp digging into my arm; like really deep. I cried out in pain and heard dad groan. I attempted to get away from the sharp thing in my arm but it just dug in deeper. I looked around at what I could she through my bleared vision; something red was blocking some of my view as it came down over my eyes. Then I caught sight of a tangled body beside me. And everything hit me at a million miles an hour, the reality of what was happening. I actually moved back like I’d been slapped or something.

I used my arm that wasn’t pinned down to wipe the red stuff from my eyes, I froze, first from the feel of the warm blood on my hand, then, because mum wasn’t there. The car was crumpled up where she was supposed to be, my mum wasn’t there, she was gone; eaten up by the car door that had protected her for so long.

I looked back to where Noah had sat, but he wasn’t there anymore, he couldn’t be; cause that tangled, mess of a shape that vaguely represented a body couldn’t be him… it couldn’t be… it just couldn’t be.

I lay back on the seat. My arm killed but I ignored it “HELP!!!!” I screamed. “HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Someone is alive!” I heard a voice from outside the wreck that was once my car say. I heard more running footsteps towards us. “Call 000, quickly.” Someone said soon there was a mumbled voice having a one sided conisation that I assumed meant they were on the phone.

“HELP, HELP,” I called “get me out of here.”

“An ambulance is coming, honey, you’ll be out of there in no time” said a voice that sounded just like how my Aunt’s used to… before the plan crash that took her…

I burst into tears, this was too much. “The little boy is definitely gorn” said a man who timed that comment very badly. I stated crying more. The lady with my aunt’s voice tried to carm me but the voices in the background talking about whether dad was alive or not drowned her out.

It’s just a dream, I told myself, a very, very bad dream; I’ll wake up soon and it will all be over. In the back of my mind I was aware that in dreams you are never in this much pain; it felt like I was getting stabbed in the arm reputably or something.

I don’t know how long I sat there for, blocking out voices from outside and telling myself it was just a dream. It felt like hours. Finally I heard sirens and there were more voices.

“Can you hear me?”

It’s just a dream, a bad dream I told my shelf.

“Can you hear me?”

Just a dream, I’ll wake…

“Can you hear me?”

I became aware that a man form just outside the car was talking to me. “Yes, Yes I can!”

“Good now stay very still, we need to cut the car a bit to get to you so don’t be worried about the loud noise.”

I nodded, but I didn’t know if he could see me. He started cutting anyway. The loud noise sounded like it was right beside my ear. I had my eyes tightly shut though so I won’t ever know.

I sat there frozen with my eyes shut for what seemed like hours, listening to a loud noise right next to me.

I heard the noise stop. More light filled the car and then there was a horrid stabbing pain in my arm, I screamed out really loud.

“It’s ok, I just took that shrapnel out of your arm.” My arm did sort of feel a bit better now that it didn’t have it sticking into it, but not much.

More people came and lifted me out on to a bed of some sort and I was lifted into an ambulance.

I was finding it hard to breathe because I was breathing so fast; and I could feel my heart betting like crazy. Well I was defiantly alive cause I was certainly breathing and my heart was beating, really beating.

“She’s going into hypovolemic shock!” A professional sounding voice said. I Thought about how that was a line from my favourite movie ‘Soul Surfer’ about Bethany Hamilton; when she was in the ambulance after the shark attack, and now I’d heard it in real life. But hang on, wait, he was talking about… me! That semed like a very foreign concept. And this wasn’t a movie this was real life.

The pain was horrible, but even worse than the physical pain was the emotional pain; cause if this wasn’t a dream, if it was in that 99.999999% chance that this was real. Then my life would never ever be the same.

I heard sirens and became aware the ambulance was moving.

“Honey, this’ll numb the pain” a nurse said leaning into my vision blocking my view of the roof.

I didn’t feel anything but I assumed she gave me a needle. And it did numb the pain; it did so well, it sent me to sleep.

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So what ya think?? i wasn't sure whether 2 make it PG or PG13+ cause this chappter was a bit graphic... but none of the outhers will be so think ive gorn all emo and have desided to write about grusome stuff or somthing.

Anyway, please vote if u like it!

P.s feel free to tell me that the spelling and grammer are amazingly fail and correct me