Chapter II- Helpless

I grumbled to myself as I walked to my truck after school. I was tired after a long day of school and wanted nothing more than to rush home. Turning the key in the ignition, I pulled out of the cracked parking lot and onto the busy road, taking several turns to get to my neighborhood. I rubbed my eyes, stressed from all the homework I have to do in so little time. There's only two weeks left until I graduate…

My heart came to a dead stop as my fingers left my eyes. The car to my left swerved, clearly hitting something in front of them causing me to ram into their rear end. A SUV flew down the adjacent road from me, smashing into the side of my truck. The passenger side door bent inward, pushing me into the door to my left. Glass showered the interior, embedding itself into my skin. My head bounced off the steering wheel, my vision going black for a minute.

I coughed, reaching up and touching my forehead, pulling my hand away to find it bloody. I pushed as hard as I could to get my door open but it seemed to be lodged. That's when I started to panic. I was just around the corner to my house, how could this have possibly have happened? Looking to my right, I gasped at the sight of the guy who rammed into me. He seemed to be knocked out but blood was sprayed across the inside windshield, disabling my vision. Sirens were starting to get closer every second and no one seemed to be exiting any of the vehicles.

Several police cars and other emergency cars pulled up. An officer ran up to my truck, trying to open the door to free me. I looked down, seeing my leg tangled in metal scrap. I couldn't even feel the pain of the debris impaled through my knee, I just felt like a blur. They seemed to be crowding near me, several firefighters coming closer to my truck. They tapped on the glass, shouting things at me but I just could barely hear them. I looked back at the SUV, seeing that they had already taken the man out and placed him on a gurney.

I heard a loud noise, something like the scraping of metal as it crunched together. My eyes widened as I stared out the window as they prepared the jaws of life. I smacked my palm against the cracked window trying to get their attention. They looked up at me, stern frowns coating most of the firefighters faces. The loud tearing of metal continued as they tried to rip off the door. I tried to pull my leg out, only succeeding in sliding the fragment further into my knee cap. Tears began to prick at my eyes as I could see the bone. The blades of the mechanism breached the door, piercing through my calf. I screamed; one of my hands grasped the broken steering wheel while the other pounded on the window. They stopped, pulling the machine out and the door off.

A stretcher was immediately at my side, the paramedics lifting me up onto it. I looked forward at what could have caused the wreck at nearly vomited, the vile rose in my throat and seemed to settle there as I stared. The man driving the car had been impaled through the throat with the glass of his windshield. He seemed to have hit a small boy. Hit face was nearly unrecognizable as human. Teeth lay in the spreading pool of blood looking like grains of rice next to chunks of brain matter. Glass stuck out of his poor lifeless body in jagged pieces, one placed in his eye, swollen closed like a black base ball that pussed with blood. All of his limbs were in disgusting angles, looking tormentful and disfigured as they stretched and folded behind him. The boy's left leg had been torn off from the knee down; the bone sticking out clearly with raw meat surrounding the destroyed muscle.

The last thing I could see before I blacked out was-

My eyes dilated at the sight of my worst nightmare. The being hid behind a shaded tree across the street. A six and a half foot tall monochrome clown stared back at me with wild silver eyes.

The last thing I remember was the sight of his smile slowly stretching.