Prologue
The intracranial pain I was experiencing was absolutely indescribable and the sirens blaring around me made it indescribably worse. This whole situation was pretty fucking indescribable. I tried to sit up, but my arm below me remain unmoving, suggesting that it was broken and unable to support my weight anyway. Fighting the protest from my other arm, I managed to push my self up. When I was finally able to life my head from the pool of concrete, glass, and blood below me, I realized the car was side ways. Upon closer inspection I realized that it was not just my blood spattered about the inside of the car, but someone else's was there too. But, who was I in the car with? All I could remember were faceless, nameless figures. I could remember they were friends, but I couldn't remember their significance. My head started to spin as I tried to remember what had happened so instead I searched my brain for the one thing I knew was mine. My name was… My name is…. And then nothing.
Next to me I could see Logan try and fail to get up for a moment before fainting. It's just like Logan to pass out when the rest of the group needs him. Now I really don't know what to do. I thought he would be the one to get us out of this situation. I was too scared to move; too scared that after this I would never move again. I tried to calm down and assess the damage, but being calm was never my thing. The car was turned on its side, with the driver's side door pressed to the ground. Logan was still half sitting in the driver's seat with blood on his face and the arm below bent the wrong way. It was gross to say the least. My seatbelt was still clench around me, pinning me to the seat; hanging side ways toward the ground. I put my legs down towards the side of the car, trying not to step on Logan, and unclicked the seatbelt. As soon as I put pressure on my leg I thought I was going to vomit because the pain was so intense. So, I did what I always do when I'm hurt. Scream.
I was crushed under Kendall's weight with no way of moving him. I wasn't even sure if he was alive. That was something I really didn't want to think about. I could hear James screaming from the front seat. I couldn't see him, but I knew it was him because that's what James does no matter how badly he was hurt. But this time it wasn't a paper cut or a sprained ankle; this time it was serious. Everything hurt. Everything hurt very badly. I wanted to scream just as James had, but I had to keep my mouth shut because if I had opened it I would have puked. There was something stabbing in to my side. I felt my torso and gagged when I realize how my blood was pouring from the cut. I wanted to be found. I wanted to be alive. I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted someone to get the body above me off of me because I want him to be alive too. Tears started pouring from my eyes and I felt like a kid crying this hard, but it was all I could do.
I was trying very, very hard not to die. At least, that's what it felt like I was doing. I kept fading in and out of nothing and my body just kept trying to give up. My lungs were screaming every time I took a breath and I could feel blood gushing from my nose. I don't think it was broken. No, I know for certain my nose wasn't broken so the blood was coming from somewhere a lot worse. I kept fading in and out of life. Every once and a while I would hear somebody scream or groan in pain or cry. The crying was coming from the body below me. I felt bad about crushing him, I really did, but there was nothing I could do about it. Every second felt like and hour. As far as I was concerned, we had been trapped in that car for days; each day was blurrier and more painful then the next. Carlos was still crying. It made me happy because it meant he was still alive. It wrong to be relieved in this situation but I didn't have time to question it because I had gone to black once more.