John was driving down the interstate he was looking forward to the next lot of shows in Tampa Florida, him and a few of the boys were planning some heavy nights out. He smiled turning the radio up as a song he liked came on the radio. A somewhat low member of management was close with John, they came into the company relatively at the same time, he was making his own way down to Tampa, since he was leaving to the next state earlier than the talent to make sure everything was ready for there arrivals. John looked at the view of the sea he had, it was a beautiful sight, the sun setting as the sky was turning a deep shade of blue, casting a dark light over the state. When he turned back to look at the vehicles in front of him, their stop signals blazed strong, almost like a sea of red in front of him. Reacting quickly, he pressed his brake.
The car began skidding instantly on the wet surface, it had rained hours previous which left water laying on the road.
Slamming into the car in front taking them both sliding along the interstate. John wrenched the wheel to the right desperately trying to get control. Sliding along the line of cars once again he turned the wheel to the right, careering onto the grassy, mud covered slope away from the road, taking the other car with him.
John reached the bottom of the ditch and felt the front of his car impact, then the sickening feeling of the entire car lifting and turning in a flip. The roof impacted first sending him hard against the seat belt shoulder strap and smashing his head into the roof, which was now several inches closer. The car finished its flip and landed leaving a silence in the air.
The pain was intense. It hurt from the top of his head, down his neck to the middle of his back. Slowly he became aware of his surroundings. The radio was still playing and the engine was racing.
He came around enough to switch the car off and took it out of gear. The snapping and grinding noises from the shifter told him his beloved car he'd had since a teenager was no longer drivable. He turned the radio off as the noise really wasn't helping his headache. He sat still, seeing if anyone had pulled over to help them, after a few minutes of no one calling, no one trying to make it down the slop John knew it was down to him.
He could hear the hiss of the smashed radiator. All of the windows were gone or smashed, except the rear window, which was miraculously intact.
Slowly John turned looking over at the other vehicle, he pushed open the jammed door having to use force to move it open, he climbed from the wreckage,head spinning as he stood, he approached the other accident, the sight he sore was one he would always want to forget.
"Ben" he shouted as started pulling on the door wrenching it open, it was his close from lower management, the odds were unbelievable and this was only something you would have a bad dream about.
John's voice was echoing through the man's head, he thought he was hearing the voice he wanted to hear but as he looked up seeing Johns lips move,but unable to focus on them long enough to know what the were saying to him. He thought this was his mind playing tricks on him but when he moved his eyes to the other car sore the wreck that was john's beloved one of a kind car, it all became horribly real.
His seatbelt was pinning him to the spot, he tried to move it to free himself ,as he looked down he sore the blood running down his arm, over the bone that was now protruding through his skin.
John managed to pull the door open and reached across him pulling the seatbelt from him and lifting him from the vehicle. Getting them both a safe distance from the collision and resting him down on the ground. John rushed back to his car searching the floor for his cell which had fallen from his pocket during the tumbling.
Ben's head was banging blood soaking his clothes, he watched John run to his car. Holding his own arm still a sickly feeling taking over him as he looked down at the bone which had broken clean through his flesh.
John finally found his cell and began running back over to Ben ,kneeling down,seeing how badly injured he was shook John to his very core, Ben was pale and clammy John pulled open his flip cell the screen fell away in his hand, out of frustration John through the phone into the near by tree.
John sat down as he sore a man on the top of the hill on the phone "It's gonna be ok" he yelled down "Help is on it's way"
John wanted to yell back but as he tried his mouth just wouldn't seem to open.
Lifting his good arm Ben put his hand on the stinging sensation he was getting from his head the warm thick liquid covering his fingers shocked him he pull his hand away looking at the blood sliding down his hand over his arm,and everything went black.
John heard the thud of Ben's arm hit the ground and looked down at his friend, he shook his slightly "Ben" he spoke "Ben, Ben wake up, Ben don't do this it's not funny!"
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