Tires squealing. Trees flying by. Engine roaring. My best friend driving, me in the passenger seat, step-brother in the back, smoking.
"Aaron, slow down, will you?" I laughed. "We'll be home soon enough."
"I'm only going 65, Chris, calm down." Aaron chuckled.
"Little Spur getting scared of speed?" Zach, my step-brother, smiled as he leaned forward in between the seats.
"No! But you did just go passed the cops hiding place." I rolled my eyes. "And I just got off parole here."
"Like they pay attention any-"
"Aaron! Look out!" Zach yelled as Aaron and I snapped our heads to see a car passing another in front of us.
Screams surrounded my ears. Glass shattered. I felt something hit my side and pierce my skin. I heard Aaron curse and Zach cough before everything went black.
People talking. Wheels rolling. Machines beeping. Hands pulling me from my positions. My foot hits a soft, cold figure. The last thing I hear is a woman crying.
"She's got two broken ribs, a concussion, and a broken leg." I heard someone speak. A woman burst into tears.
"And him?" A man spoke.
"Minor scratches. Broken nose. Slammed his head pretty hard, might have a concussion. We won't know until he wakes up."
"And Aaron?" Aaron?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor, he didn't make it through surgery." A man started bawling.
Mr. Taylor? Aaron? What happened? Is Aaron- My heart stopped beating. The machines started going crazy. People were running everywhere and shouting.
I could barely think. I tried to move but I wasn't able to. I wanted to cry so hard, curl up in a ball and cry. My best friend was dead.
People crying. Touching my wrists. Piercing my skin with sharp needles. Everything was numb.
"What are we going to do, Robert? What if she doesn't wake up? What if Zach is-"
"Rachel, stop it. They're going to be fine. She's responding as you can see. Plus, she's responding to everything the doctors are trying. Zach, we'll just have to think positive and pray he'll make it through." What's wrong with Zach? Why are you praying?
"When do you think she'll wake up?" Silence. Then a movement next to me. I'm already awake!
"Christina? Honey, can you hear me?" I started to register the voices are around me. Dad?
My finger twitched as an attempt to answer him. I tried to move my head without success, Rachel, who I recognized as my step-mother, yelled for a doctor. I'm in a hospital? Aaron's dead? What the hell happened?
I heard -what I guessed to be the doctor- walk in and grabbed something. They were mumbling things I couldn't understand. Soon enough, my attempts seized and I fell asleep again. This time, I dreamt of Aaron.