Crash

She felt like she had been thrown into a river of ice water, and the ridiculous navy blue shock blanket they gave her was no help at all. She couldn’t wrap her mind around what had just happened. Sure, she could see the crash right in front of her. The warped metal frames that used to resemble cars, the shattered glass that was strewn about the road. She even realized that she was sitting on the bed of a gurney in the back of an ambulance, but she couldn’t put two and two together.

If she closed her eyes, she was sitting right back in the car. Music was playing over the speakers, Sarah was sitting in the passenger seat, giggling about something. Sure, it was half past midnight, but she was a good driver, and they were coming home from their friends’ bonfire. She didn’t even see him coming- it was like he came out of nowhere. She couldn’t get out of the way quick enough, and he had been speeding down the road. She could still see the blinding light burning into her retinas. She could still hear the squealing of her tires, and Sarah screaming beside her. She could still feel the harsh impact of the two cars colliding. And then- well, she wished she couldn’t remember anything after that.

She remembered losing control of her car, remembered it flipping. She wasn’t even sure how that was possible- she wasn’t speeding, but he sure as hell was. The force of his car colliding with hers was enough to send them backwards, and on their side. They had landed driver side down, and she hit her head pretty hard. She could still feel the blood trickling down her forehead. A whither sigh escaped her lips as she tried to see straight again. She felt a drop of something hit the side her face as her eyes adjusted, and a pounding headache replaced it. She turned her head to look at Sarah, only to have another drop her face. Dear God, it’s raining, her thoughts whispered to her. If only.

When she looked up at Sarah, she knew something was very wrong. Sarah was unconscious, but the worrisome part was the fact that there was blood dripping from her neck. The damn seatbelt had cut into Sarah’s neck. A gasp left her lips as tears clouded her eyes, but she couldn’t look away from her best friend.

The sight of Sarah had stunned her into silence, and she couldn’t even say anything when the paramedics pulled them both from the wreck. To her, it felt like it had taken them a year to get there, but she knew it was hardly less than an hour. That’s what she gets when she drives out to the middle of nowhere for a damn bonfire.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so quiet,” A voice said softly from beside her. She blinked out of the memory, and looked at the owner of said voice. Her breath caught in her lungs at the sight of Sarah. She was still dressed in what she had on at the party. The paint was still on her jeans from their game of messy twister. What caught her eye was the vibrant red marks that crossed her body- exactly where the seatbelt had cut into her. A shaky hand covered her mouth to keep the sobs at bay, but she only accomplished in muffling them.

“Are you not happy to see me?” Sarah asked with a hint worry in her voice. She looked into Sarah’s eyes for the first time. Cold, glassy eyes blue eyes stared back at her, and another sob wracked her chest at the sight. Sarah truly was dead.