okay..I was inspired to write the next chapter, sorry it's so short..but I hope you like it. It's pretty descriptive :P
Chapter 2.: I haven't given up on you.
In my head it wasn't all dark anymore. Well it was dark..but I could see images of my friends and family dancing through my head..memories of them smiling..happy..a face that stuck out of those images was Dan..he didn't seem happy though..he appeared..distraught..in pain even. Had I caused this? Was I dead? Does our God have a sick sense of humor? Had he only kept me alive when I didn't want to be, only to rip my life away from me the moment I realized that I wanted to stay alive? I hear..no..feel a voice calling to me..it feels smooth..and feels like I am being engulfed in chocolate. Memories of Dan smiling his cute dimpled smile at me flood my brain. It hurts..knowing I left behind somebody that meant so much to me..then another smiling face…Phil..his voice feels cold like a burst of mint..not hateful and cruel like ice..welcoming and fresh. Exactly like mint. I pondered what my voice feels like..how much time has passed? Was it always going to be like this? Will I ever run out of things to think about? My mind is spinning over these thoughts so fast it's a wonder I can still think of more. Maybe this wasn't so bad. What had happened to them though..her mind was blocking that from her view. Oh well..it'll come to her eventually…maybe..did she even want to know what had happened?
Back to the accident
Dan unbuckled Charlottes buckle and pulled her into his arms. How had he gotten out of the car..? He lifted her onto the stretcher and climbed into the ambulance. When had he called 999? He gripped her hand tightly and whispered "Please hold on..don't go..I promised you I would always be there for you. Just stay with me please." His voice cracked and he wiped away the endless flow of tears that just kept coming and coming. When had he started crying? He suddenly became very aware that he very tired. He leaned his head against the wall and looked up suddenly extremely dizzy. Something dripped onto his eye making him blink. He wiped it away and looked at his fingers. Red was dripping off of his hand. "Blood.." He said more to himself then to the paramedics, but one saw that he was bleeding rapidly from his head and began attending to him. It was very cramped in this car. He just wanted to go home. He wanted Charlotte to be okay. He just wanted this whole thing over with. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open now..the person attending to him pulled him away from Charlotte and he squeezed her hand gently before letting go, almost completely positive that she squeezed back. It could have just been the fact that he had lost a lot of blood in the past 20 minutes and if he couldn't tell that somebody was stitching up his head wound, then there was no way he would have noticed such a small movement from this seemingly near lifeless girl. But he did, and it gave him hope. With that thought on his mind he slowly succumbed to the darkness teasing the edges of his vision.