Benedict Cumberbatch saves my life
Fictional story with Benedict Cumberbatch about a car accident. Any other references to outside life/stories are coincidental.
I looked out of the car window, watching as the snow steadily floated down from the sky and coming to a gentle stop on the already blanket-covered ground. I was in the back on the right hand side, behind my mum who was driving, my dad beside her.
It all happened in a flash: one minute we were on the road, the next we had slipped off the road into a ditch. Petrol had started pouring out of the deep holes which were made from the crash in the outside of the car. The car had caught a light so I knew we had to get out of there fast otherwise we would be killed.
'Come on!' I shouted at my parents. 'Get out of the car! Hide in the trees!' For we were at the edge of a forest beside the road. I started to scramble out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I turned around and realised that my parents hadn't followed me out. They were in fact unconscious in the front two seats.
All of a sudden there was an almighty BANG! The car was now a massive ball of flames. Time began to slow down for me as I realised what was happening. I ran towards the car and grabbed hold of the door handle closest to where my dad was sat. I let out a scream as the hot metal burned my flesh as I yanked the door open. Trying to get over the pain I leant forward trying to get my dad to safety. But it was impossible. I was only twelve and small for my size. He was too heavy for me to get him out.
There was another bang, bigger than the first. It threw me back onto the snow with the sheer force of it. I stood up again, brushing the snow from my jeans. The snow helped to ease the pain in my hands a bit. I looked over to my parents but knew straight away that it was too late. They were dead, their corpses on fire. The shock of that image made me feel woozy along with the amount of smoke I was breathing in from the fire.
My vision began to blur and I couldn't stand still as I started to lose consciousness. I fell over into the snow onto the right side of my body. Out cold.
Just then a man came down the road after his visit from the nearby village me and my parents were on our way to see. He gasped in horror when he saw the car. He immediately ran down to try and see if anyone was in need of help. He saw my parents and shuddered at the sight of them. He was just about to go back to the village to call for help (because his phone was out of battery) when he turned around and saw me lying there.
At first he didn't know what to do. He thought I was dead and considered leaving me there. But on closer inspection he found that I was still breathing.
'Oh!' He said to himself. He was, of course, Benedict Cumberbatch. He ran up towards me and picked me up gently in his arms, my slightly burned and bedraggled hair dangling down. Ever so gently, he started to walk back up the road towards the village…