The Sick and Twisted Life of Bodil40 [Competition Entry 1]

When It All Went Wrong

Martin drove casually in his car. He was going to meet up with his friends, Simon, and Baki, for a nice lunch. He stopped at the red light, and waited. He heard yelling outside his window and saw a middle aged couple fighting, whilst a small boy, and a girl a bit older watched, tears streaming down their faces. He scoffed. It was just a slight disagreement most likely, and they were all overreacting.

He thought it was stupid, it was just yelling, it wasn't like they were fist fighting, or killing each other. He didn't notice, but the light had turned green, and another car was driving towards him. Still unknown by Martin, the other driver had hit an especially icy patch, and swerved towards him.

He noticed the other car, but it was too late. The impact sent his car sliding across the road, as he hit his head, several times. Blood spattered everywhere. The other driver had managed to get out with minimal injuries, a broken leg, maybe a rib, and a minor concussion. Martin, however, had not fared as well. His arms and a leg were bent at a gruesome angle, so obviously broken, his head was spewing blood, and his spine had made a sickening crunching noise when he twitched slightly, the only indication, from afar, he was still alive.

The couple that had been fighting ran over, the woman calling 9-1-1 on her white iPhone. The girl was hugging the younger boy, a haunted look in her eyes, as she watched her father open the driver side door, a bloodied, beaten, and battered Martin rolling out of the car, limp, and lifeless. Like a ragdoll. 

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The two boys rushed into the pristine white room. They had been told their friend was in a coma, and they had no idea how long he'd be in that coma. Or if he'd even live to wake up. Who knew that a harmless meeting would turn out so horribly.

"I can't believe Martin of all people, would end up in a car crash" Baki whispered quietly. Simon nodded quietly, a single tear running down his cheek, as he looked at his friend's pale, lifeless complection. His best friend, the one he had spent his childhood with, was in a coma, and might not even make it through the coma, to see another day. Laugh one more time. Smile once. Argue playfully with him. He couldn't believe any of this happened.

It felt so surreal to him.
Like it was a dream.