Music blasted through the dull gold Ultima, 5 teens sat driving down an empty country road. The driver was a tall 17 year old named Dustin. His unnaturally black hair curled in a soft mass atop his head. His left hand held the worn steering wheel while his other held the hand of a shorter girl. She also had black hair, longer and in a ponytail. She wore a white tank-top and her other hand was occupied with searching Dustin’s glove box. She was Katelyn. Behind Katelyn sat a kid identical to Dustin. His eyes were squinty from an extreme lack of sleep, his hair was brown instead of black. This male, Brian, was cousins with Dustin. Next to Brian was another cousin of his, Heather, who’s black hair fell to her shoulders. She wore a green hoody that was maybe a size or two bigger than her. And next to her, behind Dustin, was a black haired male named Dylan. His hair was mostly short, save for a fringe that cut across his left eye and blocked it from view.
“Fer Sure Maybe” Dusty said with the song,
“Fer Sure Not” Brian said after him.
“Fur Sure Eh”
“Fur Sure Bomb.”
The group of five were just teens going for a ride, driving in random circles and having a good time. Wasting gas, wasting time, and loving every second of it. As they drove downhill to an intersection, Dusty was too caught up in singing to see the small green truck in the intersection. Dusty stopped and pulled out, the Green truck honked, Katelyn screamed as the vehicles collided. Brian’s head hit the window, his vision blurred. He felt himself thrust forward, fell back and flew from his seat. He watched as something cut through Dusty, ripping his arm off. The scream would burn itself in his mind for the rest of his life, but as the car flipped, Brian hit his head on the ceiling of the car and blacked out.
When he awoke, it was as if he were hovering or floating. Everything around him was black other than a bright white light in front of him. Then he realized, he was standing. Walking, actually. Strangely, he wasn't controlling himself to walk but the moment he thought about it, he could move his legs. He stopped walking and watched as four figures moved in front of him. The four figures were Dustin, Katelyn, Heather, and Dylan. Completely uninjured.
"Oh my god..." Brian gasped, moving up to walk with them "You're alright... Oh my god I'm so..." Brian stopped. They didn't notice him, they didn't look at him. They stared forward as if he weren't there. They didn't interact with each other, Dustin wasn't holding Katelyn's hand. All four of them just walked, staring to the light.
It was at this moment Brian realized where he was, what had happened, and what they were walking to. Death.
"Stop." he said to them. They didn't listen. He looked at them again, then the light. "Stop! Stop walking, please!"
He ran to them, pulled on their arms but he couldn't budge them. All they did was ignore him. He tried again, but still couldn't move them. They just kept walking.
"How... How do I stop them?" he asked himself aloud. Suddenly, a deep voice boomed from the darkness.
"Beat them to the light." the voice said. "Or lose them forever."
Brian's eyes shot open. Beating them to the light meant killing himself, passing on to the afterlife to save them. But Brian wasn't given time to think. The four of his friends began running to the light, Brian sprinted after them. Staring ahead, he caught up with the four. As the light drew nearer, Brian looked back. His friends were still running but they were behind him. All of them looked at him, tears filled their eyes. Brian waved, giving a weak smile.
"Goodbye." was all he could say before he felt himself being absorbed by the light.
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Waking up was unpleasant to say the least. Heather's body ached. She was bandaged and casted in so many different places. The crush must've done a real number on her. Al she could remember were the highlight; green truck and screams, crunching of metal and Dusty losing his arm and suddenly Brian saying goodbye. It was strange, especially the last part. Sitting up and looking to her left, she saw three hospital beds. Dylan and Katelyn lay in the nearest ones to her and a doctor with two nurses were looking over a third.
"Dustin will have to go through re-constructive surgery for his arm." Said the doctor. "He's a lucky one. Brian though... least injuries and still..."
Heather gasped, watching the nurses cover the brown haired boy. The boy was Brian. |
Submission Name: Car Crash
