Chapter 01; Into The Dark
My last memory was the glaring headlights of the trucks.
I felt like my head would explode, blood was roaring in my ears. I managed to open my eyes, immediately squinting. I was staring into some intense lights, like those of a truck. The car was in poor condition. The metal was crushed in and there was smoke and I had the impression of being upside down, as if I was hanging. I could hear voices around me, they were so loud. I tried to tell them to stop, but only a moan seemed to come from my lips.
Raising my hand to the back of my head, I could feel something warm and sticky. This worried me, pulling my hand back. I looked at my fingers, which had a reddish tint. Panicking, I struggled to free myself from the car, but immense pain kept me from trying too hard. The pain became unbearable in my head. Maybe closing my eyes will help. Listening to my own advice, my eyes shut…
An unknown hand took mine, waking me up. The owner of the hand spoke to me, calling me by nicknames that I didn't recognize. The voice was unknown to me also. My eyes were still closed, my way of keeping the insufferable pain at bay. My body was functioning on auto pilot, not answering any of my commands anymore.
The voice continued speaking to me, begging for me to wake up. I told my eyes to open, to see who was holding me. I told my hands to squeeze the hand they were holding, to reassure him. They didn't listen.
The voice was growing frantic, sobs evident in his voice. Again, I told my eyes to open, only to grow frustrated when they didn't open. Who is speaking to me? I wanted to know. I managed to squeeze those fingers feebly, if only to give him hope. It flooded me with relief also, to know that at least one part of my body was listening to me.
His voice was almost ecstatic now, continuing to talk to me. He apologized to me repeatedly, for what I did not know. I wanted to ask, but I knew I could not answer him. Not knowing would have to be okay for now. Sirens blared, so very loud. They screeched and my ears began to hurt. A flood of other voices surrounded me.
The hand that was holding mine dropped away. It worried me. Where did he go? Who was he? Why did he let go? I didn't want him to leave me.
He spoke to me again, my nerves calming at the sound of his voice. He wasn't calm anymore and spoke a name that I did not know. A jolt of pain ran up my leg. I found my voice once more, screaming. Strong arms pulled me out of the wreckage. They carried me, pain flaring in every part of my body. I cried, trying not to whimper at every bump in their steps.
I was set down onto a hard, flat surface. A stretcher? That would make sense. The mysterious voice returned to me. His hand squeezed mine in reassurance. I tried to open my eyes, but they didn't listen. A prick in my arm made me wince, but not too long after I felt like I was laying on a cloud. I felt no pain and the ride lulled me into sleep.