Israfel

"Slow down Izzy!" My best friend, Chloe, shrieked from the passenger seat of the car.

"No! I can't be late to my interview! I can't!" I cried in response. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white. I had an interview, and I left late on accident. I needed to get there!

Suddenly, there was a flash of light. Chloe and I screamed as the car jerked up and swerved to a halt in a ditch. The air bags inflated and I fought them down so I could see.

"Are you okay, Chloe?" I gasped as I craned my head to see her. Her long auburn hair hung over her bowed head. I noticed blood on her pant leg, and my eyes widened.

"I'm fine..." She croaked and raised her head to look at me with her brown eyes. All the fear left me as I saw just a small scratch on her forehead, I was worried it was something horrible.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, fighting with the bent door to get free.

"I don't know!" Chloe replied as she fought with her own door.

I got my door open, and fumbled with my seat belt. I hauled myself out of the car and on to the empty highway. Why was the road empty? It's a highway, isn't it always busy?

"You ran over someone!" Chloe's shriek pulled me out of my thoughts. I spun around quickly to see what she was talking about. Then I saw it. A body lay in the middle of the road, blood coated it.

"Oh my God!" I cried as I ran toward the fallen man. I fell to my knees, ignoring the rocks that dug into them. "Sir? Sir? Sir!" My voice rose with hysteria as I shook him gently. His eye lids fluttered open, revealing two deep mysterious brown eyes.

"Are you alright? Please tell me you're all right! Chloe, call the cops!" I cried, looking over my shoulder at Chloe.

"N-No... D-Don't," The man gasped, straining to say the words.

"What? You are crazy! I ran you over! You need to go to the hospital!" I turned my attention toward him again.

"You... ran me over? I just n-need to... r-rest," He coughed, staring up at me. Something changed in his eyes. Something menacing. His eyes bore into my own, and suddenly I felt like we needed to take him to my house. So he could rest.

"Come on, Chloe, help me pick him up and into the car, let's drive him to my house," I said, looking back at Chloe, who gave me a startled look and put down her phone.

"Izzy, he needs the hospital!" She shouted.

"No! He doesn't want to!" I tried explaining. She rolled her eyes and stumbled over, picking up the man's feet, while I helped support his head. We carried him into the backseat of the car, and I quickly went to the front of the car to survey the damage. The front of the car had a huge dent! Though, the car still looked like it could be driven. Just have to get it out of this ditch. I climbed into the car, Chloe following my lead, and stomped on the gas pedal, shifting into reverse. The car squealed in response and jerked backward, nearly slamming my head into the wheel. At least, now we're out of the ditch.

"Yes!" I cried and quickly spun the car around to head home.

"You're mom will be so pissed once she see's what you did to the car!" Chloe exclaimed.

"At least we have time to think, she won't be home until eight tonight," I replied, trying to push the worry gnawing in my stomach.

Once we got to my house, we carried him up to my attic bedroom. I put him down on my bed, pulling the sky blue comforter off so we didn't ruin it.

"Uh, Izzy..." Chloe murmured, grabbing my shirt sleeve.

"What is it?" I asked turning around.

"The blood..." She replied. I looked down at the trail, my eyes widening.

"Crap!" I exclaimed as I ran to the bathroom, grabbing two wet rags,"Help me get it off!"

We both fell to our knees, and scrubbed at the blood.