Cammie's P.O.V
We'd been planning this date for at least three weeks. We planned the perfect time, right during the weekend, even though it didn't matter as it was summer anyway. Everything had to be perfect. And it was. It was beyond perfect. The best one year anniversary ever, honestly. Cute diner by the lake, followed by lots of cuddling and star gazing. The night couldn't have been better. But then we had to get home.
It was so dark, even with the headlights. And the sudden downpour of rain was not doing anything to help. "Maybe we should just pull over? Wait it out?" I had suggested. But Zach has said 'no, we should keep going. If we keep going we'll get home by nine.' So I sat back and closed my eyes, and hummed some stupid tune. I felt myself slipping into a light sleepy haze, almost awake but almost asleep, when suddenly I was being thrown forward.
It hurt to feel myself be thrown back against the seat by my seat belt a moment later. I wasn't sure what had just happened. Had we swerved so we didn't hit something? Or had we actually hit something? I wasn't sure and at the moment I didn't really care, I just needed Zach. "Zach?" I called out, opening my eyes once again. The car was still upright, thank God, but we weren't on the road.
When I looked forward all I saw was the big tree stuck to the front of the car, so that is what we had hit. the windshield had shattered and there was glass everywhere, some pieces sticking out of my arms. I turned over to look at the drivers seat where Zach was, and gasped at what I saw. Zach was leaning forward, his head resting on the steering wheal. "Zach?" I called out softly. I reached out my hand to shake his shoulder, but he still didn't do anything.
I didn't have my phone on me, but luckily for us someone was driving down the road just then. I had to get out of the car, I had to get Zach help. There was so much blood everywhere. "Stop! Please! Please come help us!" I screamed, waving my arms. The car stopped right away and the driver got out and ran towards me, "Are you okay? Is there anyone else in the car? I'm a nurse but I've called for an ambulance," the girl says. "M-my boyfriend is i-in the c-c-car," I get out between the sobs.
"It's okay sweetie, it's all gonna be okay," the nurse said, hugging me quickly before running to Zach's side of the car. She wouldn't let me go near the car after she got there, 'just stay back honey' she said. After about five minutes of me pacing by myself on the side of the road, a ambulance and police car showed up. Someone can straight to me and a few other people pushed past me to Zach. The man grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards one of the ambulances, "We're gotta get you to the hospital," he said.
"No! Not yet! I need to see Zach!" I screamed, trying to pull away to get to Zach. But he kept pulling me back. "Zach!" I screamed again, trying to run to him, but the man pulled me back and to the ambulance. Eventually I just gave up and let him put me in the ambulance. I cried the whole way to the hospital, and by the time we got there my mom was there. "So, you just have some cuts and bruises, other than that you're fine," a nurse said a few hours later as I sit in a hospital room with my mom.
"Can I see Zach now?" I asked. The nurse looked at me with sad eyes and then turned to my mom, "Can I uh, talk to you outside for a minute?" she asked. My mom nodded and stood up, kissing my forehead before walking out. There was a window in the door so you could see outside, and I could see where they were standing. The nurse looked down while she talked. When she was done talking my mom was crying, hard. What was wrong? I wanted to know so bad.
Mom walked in a few minutes later and just hugged me. She held me tight as she cried, "Cammie, sweetie, Zach...Zach didn't make it," she said. She had to be kidding. She had to. There was no way Zach could have died. That was just...not a possibility "This isn't a funny joke," I said when she pulled out of the hug. "Oh honey, I wish I was joking," she said. "No! You're lying! You're lying!" I sobbed. She shook her head and hugged me again. I just felt so numb, so, so, numb.
It felt as if I was in a dream for the next few days, going home, just lying in my room. "You should talk," they said, 'Get it all out," but I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to talk to anyone but Zach. But of course, I can't talk to him. I don't get out of bed much. I just want to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, it's like I'm back in that car all over again. I don't eat much, either. Mom will bring me food at least once every few hours but, I just don't feel like it.
I don't want to talk to anyone about this because they just don't understand. They say they do, of course. But they don't. So I'm just writing this all out for now, because they are right, I do need to get it all out. But I really just want Zach back.
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So, how do you like the story so far? Like do you like the idea of the story? And by the way, this story isn't like one of those where Cammie writes it all out. That was just explaining what happened. But please review if you want me to continue!(: