Okay I am SO sorry for deleting this but I wasn't sure about where I wanted to go with it but after four weeks to think about it I know and will continue working on this story. Thank you, please review.
Nope don't own
This is the sequel to POW but that isn't necessary to read.
Chapter 1-
The sun was rising against the blue sky. The truck seemed to be still trudging along as I passed the sign that read: Welcome to Colorado. I don't care where I'm going just as long as I am free.
The same question and the same event kept replaying in my mind over and over again. Why? Why had I left? What was I really going to do and where was I going? I was exhausted as the sun began to rise.
The sign up ahead was for a hotel. My body begged for rest but my mind wasn't ready to sleep. My knee was throbbing endlessly; pain was shooting up my leg. My eyes felt weighed down and my vision was blurry.
I saw a new sign, Bent Colorado, interesting. The town I found myself in was how I felt. My life seemed to have turned upside down. I was running away from the people I loved to some unknown city in Colorado. The looks on their faces is what hurt me the most. I know that I hurt them the day that I left for Vietnam but leaving them without any explanation and any reason, I know that that hurt them even more.
I pulled the truck over and into a small parking area of a bar. The place was thankfully open even early in the morning. I walked away from the truck and towards the bar.
I walked into the small bar that was almost empty except for a few guys talking in a corner booth. With crutches supporting my weight I walked to the counter and sat down.
The bartender walked over to me. He was in his forties, black hair, tan skin, and fat. "What can I get you?"
"Coffee, black." I said I a very tired voice. He looked at me before going to get the coffee. He came back a few moments later and handed me the warm cup. I took a sip, the taste was bitter but I was hoping that it might wake me up a little.
"What happened to your leg?" He asked as he looked me up and down leaning against the counter of the bar.
"War." Was all I said. There was no point in going into horrific details about the previous year and a half.
"At least you came back in one piece. If you need anything just ask. The drink is on the house, God knows they don't pay you anything for putting your life on the line.
"Thanks. Umm do you know where a hotel is?" I asked as I finished the cup of coffee.
"Yeah, right up the road about a mile or so. Keep going straight and you'll eventually hit a four lane road, just keep going straight and then you should see it."
"Thank you, bye." He waved as I stood up and walked out of the bar and right to the old truck. The coffee did absolutely nothing, I still felt very tired and really weak. Not to mention the fact that my knee was really killing me.
I opened the door and got into the drivers seat and started the engine. The old Ford started up. I noted that it would need gas soon. I had recently filled it up before entering Colorado. I slid the crutches over to the 'shotgun' seat and I pulled out of the parking lot.
I followed his instructions and headed up the road. After a few minutes the road widened and I kept going. There weren't too many cars out but there were a few. Some people were walking along the sidewalks going in and out of breakfast places and shopping areas.
I noticed one girl. She looked very familiar. He long brown hair was being moved by the wind. I couldn't tell what color eyes she had from the distance between us. She walked into a diner called Joe's Diner. Part of me wanted to pull over but I needed sleep so I drove on.
I saw someone else that I knew I had never met before but he reminded me of Soda. Guilt washed over me. I knew he must be really hurting right now, I left him when all he was doing was protecting me form something bigger than him. Darry was the same way but even though I somewhat regretted it I still believed that I need to live for me not them.
I was still very exhausted. The road started to get blurry and my eyes started to close. I opened them again realizing that I almost fell asleep but once again sleep passed over me and I had no strength to stop it. Driving all night long had taken its toll on me.
The car slowly drifted into the other lane but I was dead to the world for the tome being. The sound of a horn could be heard off in the distance. It sounded like a big truck and there was something else but no matter how much I knew I should wake up my body and mind had shut down.
The cars collided and bystanders stood around looking at the wreck. One person called for help but the collision had left a smaller vehicle in ruins and the victims that were now inside may not even be alive.
How long would it take for help to arrive? Who would live and who would die? Those were the questions that ran through the heads of the innocent bystanders who decided that that watching would somehow save the injured and dying people. The same girl form before was the first to react as she saw the crash from inside the diner. She called for help and soon the sirens could be heard in the distance.
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