p class="MsoNormal"It was a dark and stormy night, and the streets of Riverdale were drenched in rain. Jughead was sitting in his usual booth at Pop's, his fingers flying over the keys of his laptop. He was hot on the trail, the words pouring out of him like blood, there was no stopping him, he was in the zone…../p
p class="MsoNormal"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"CRASH/em. The loudest sound he had ever heard reverberated through the glass of the window./p
p class="MsoNormal"Jughead jerked his head up, a crash outside breaking his thought process. "What…" He peered out of the rain streaked window, trying to make out what made the noise. Pops came over as well, then shouted "Looks like someone's been in an accident!" He rushed to the counter to call the police. Jughead rolled his eyes, it was probably the football jocks, drank too much and drove too far. But he couldn't turn away from the crash, and when his eyes adjusted to the rain and the dark, his heart stopped./p
p class="MsoNormal"In a flash he raced through the glass door of the diner and onto the street. What a sight met his eyes there./p
p class="MsoNormal"Two cars had crashed head on, the hoods of both crushed and crumpled under the pressure. One was a bright red convertible, and the other, a brown station wagon./p
p class="MsoNormal"A blonde in the front seat./p
p class="MsoNormal""Betty!" Jughead shouted as he ran to the car and looked in the driver side window; Betty, slumped over the steering wheel, didn't respond. The rain continued to pour as Jughead broke through the already cracked glass, saying Betty's name over and over again. "you're okay, you're okay. You're okay, Betty." He watched her as she stayed almost too still, but took small, barely there breaths. Her face was scratched with shards of glass, and a bruise of purple and green blossomed across her face. Her right arm was bent at an angle that made Jughead shiver, and she still hadn't moved. Sirens approached, and an officer pulled Jughead away as they made to move Betty from the car. Jughead want to look away, but the sight of her lifeless form being strapped onto a gurney and moved swiftly away from him burns into his eyes. There was chatter and light but to Jughead it was all just noise, he struggled against the officer who held him. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay still as he was released, his gaze falling on the deflated airbag, now speckled with tiny red drops. Pops was discussing the crash with the officers, a second ambulance had arrived to take the other driver to the hospital. Jughead recognized the bright red hair. The too high heels. Penelope Blossom wasn't even limping as she and Cheryl were escorted to the back of the ambulance, shock blankets wrapped around them./p
p class="MsoNormal"The world is so unfair./p
p class="MsoNormal"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"CRASH/em. The loudest sound he had ever heard reverberated through the glass of the window./p
p class="MsoNormal"Jughead jerked his head up, a crash outside breaking his thought process. "What…" He peered out of the rain streaked window, trying to make out what made the noise. Pops came over as well, then shouted "Looks like someone's been in an accident!" He rushed to the counter to call the police. Jughead rolled his eyes, it was probably the football jocks, drank too much and drove too far. But he couldn't turn away from the crash, and when his eyes adjusted to the rain and the dark, his heart stopped./p
p class="MsoNormal"In a flash he raced through the glass door of the diner and onto the street. What a sight met his eyes there./p
p class="MsoNormal"Two cars had crashed head on, the hoods of both crushed and crumpled under the pressure. One was a bright red convertible, and the other, a brown station wagon./p
p class="MsoNormal"A blonde in the front seat./p
p class="MsoNormal""Betty!" Jughead shouted as he ran to the car and looked in the driver side window; Betty, slumped over the steering wheel, didn't respond. The rain continued to pour as Jughead broke through the already cracked glass, saying Betty's name over and over again. "you're okay, you're okay. You're okay, Betty." He watched her as she stayed almost too still, but took small, barely there breaths. Her face was scratched with shards of glass, and a bruise of purple and green blossomed across her face. Her right arm was bent at an angle that made Jughead shiver, and she still hadn't moved. Sirens approached, and an officer pulled Jughead away as they made to move Betty from the car. Jughead want to look away, but the sight of her lifeless form being strapped onto a gurney and moved swiftly away from him burns into his eyes. There was chatter and light but to Jughead it was all just noise, he struggled against the officer who held him. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay still as he was released, his gaze falling on the deflated airbag, now speckled with tiny red drops. Pops was discussing the crash with the officers, a second ambulance had arrived to take the other driver to the hospital. Jughead recognized the bright red hair. The too high heels. Penelope Blossom wasn't even limping as she and Cheryl were escorted to the back of the ambulance, shock blankets wrapped around them./p
p class="MsoNormal"The world is so unfair./p