Everything hurts
She opened her eyes and blinked a couple times to clear her blurry vision. Her eyes started to water from all the dirt and smoke around her. Her lungs filled up with the grey thick smoke and she started coughing. Her mouth felt extremely dry and her throat started to hurt from all the coughing. She started crawling out the upside down car but only cried out in agony at the shooting rays of pain running up and down her leg. She looked down saw it was bent in an unnatural way. Her once blue jeans where ripped and exposed a a deep cut running from her foot to knee. She looked over to the driver seat of the upside down car and put her hand over her mouth to stop the scream from escaping her lips.
What was once her best friend Henry was now a bleeding dead corpse. His head was rolled back exposing his neck and blood was running down mouth. A small black knife was pierced in his neck. His brown eyes were cold and dead. Her hands started to shake and she started kicking the car seat off her. The impact of the crash was so big even the seat belt couldn't hold her down. She ended up being tossed around like salad. She felt something warm running down her forehead and reached her hand up to feel it. She brought her hand down and saw it smeared with red. She felt her head start pounding her skull signaling a future headache. She had to get out of there.
When she tried moving her leg again this time she screamed bloody murder. everything went white for a moment and her vision started started getting blurry again. The pain was to much. Everything hurt. She looked out the now broken and cracked window saw a black figure emerging from the grey smoke. She soon realized with horror that it was walking over to her with a menacing fast stride. When he came closer she whimpered as she recognized who he was.
She heard things about him. Ever since his infamous appearance that's all she would hear about when she stopped by shield headquarters. He was a ghost. He was the type that you stop, not save. People who face him never live to tell the tale. otherwise, she had never heard of this ghost. Didn't even know how "the ghost" looked like. So she didn't care much about it, until now. Yet the overwhelming feeling of dread, fear, and pain were the last thing she was aware of before everything went black.
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- Lucy 3
