The only thing I want was outer world connection. Ah, yes, phone. I fumbled in my pocket for it and fished some junk out along the way but as I was in a hurry, my hands trembled and the phone slipped defiantly out of my hands, which sent an acute shock through my spine. The huge gap between the hand brake and my seat was making this irritating tap tap noise as my phone was in there, trapped. I reached for it but my hand was too big for it. Every single attempt was in vain. Something in front of the car lit up, illuminating the day. A horn was sounded.

Ugh, a truck was heading our way precariously. But we might be too short to be in their view. OK, we were in deep trouble.

I gripped on to the brim of the steering wheel, shaped to fit my hand. The road in front was foggy and the fog lights of the car weren't on. There was a slight change in lights as two white spots merged from the fog. The truck was outlined with iridescent lights that were so tiny that they looked like bugs from this distance. The car was still moving, steadily, totally unaware of the incoming car. There were only seconds between us now and the crash. All I could do was to delay our death. Beside us next to the road was a canopy of forest, nothing else. Both sides were like that. I must make a split second decision. I pulled on the wheel and the car swerved left urgently, lifting the right-sided-wheels into the air. It landed in a thud and the next thing I noticed was that the car was capsized, skidding over the damp mud of the forest slope on its roof. Twigs scraped the side of the car and I could feel the crash of logs. My hand was over Leah's neck, protecting her from the unexpected impact. I was relieved that there was nothing in the car, or everything would have either been broken or spilt. My lung was contracting and my chest seemed to have been suffused with acid. My body was lacking of oxygen and my head was spinning, all images of my mum, with my dad and I, flooded back and then it was times with them, and Leah and her parents. Those were happy times. When everything was together as one. It was practically my dad's fault, for breaking up with mum. No, this wasn't time for pointing fingers. Leah might be dead already by now. She was frothing blood a second ago, now, all the blood in her body must have gathered in her brain, as she was turned over. There were the seat belts, which had just made me acknowledged how important they were. My legs were stranded and strapped between the crooked and wry metal of the remnants of the wreckage. Just when my nerves and my spinal cord was about to snap, something crashed into the side door of mine and time seemed to have ceased. Everything was hanging in plain silence and the chirp of pleasant humming birds, which were native to this area, broke it and compelled me to get out of my welcoming death.

I was alive. Alive after a vicious crash. Breathing. My other free hand which wasn't clutching Leah's right shoulder reached up involuntarily to my heart and the thumps of it calmed me and sent a glad chill through my spine. My left leg was suffering from immense pain; I could bear it no longer. I tried extricating it from the rickety metal but it only caused more pain.

"Argh," I cried and a shot of momentum cruised through my veins. My leg was out but now I must pull Leah out and I knew that the airbag was half protecting her. The airbag made it harder for me to get my leg out as it was crushing my ribs, which might have already been broken. Acute pain stabbed my muscle continuously, sending away my strength and draining it slowly.

Leah's head was tipped back, all pale and pasty and her mouth was slightly gaping open like how a person might when they died. I struggled a little to unbuckle my seat belt then stretched over to reach for Leah's buckle. Her hands were steady beside her sides and I could see her chest rising and falling calmly. I slid my arms under hers and pulled her out, using the rest of my energy. I fell backwards as Leah's limp body was extricated. I slumped against a fallen log which had broken in two pieces and the surrounding logs had oblivion to its absence.

I inhaled a deep breath and pulled Leah closer to me. She opened her eyes slightly, to my surprise, and blinked.

"God! You are alive!" I screamed. A huge gash was on my leg and even thought the pain didn't hit me yet, it would, soon after I could regain consciousness. There were blood stains on her mouth but she stopped frothing up blood.

"What happened?" she spluttered with a raspy voice, closing her eyes.

"Well, um, nothing happened," I looked around. Yeah right, nothing happened.

"W-Why is our car crashed?"

"Hush. Save your strength. Do you know that you just coughed blood up?"

"W-Wait, what? I coughed blood up?"

"You don't know?" I squinted my eyes, pointing at her accusingly.

"Yes I don't know, do you have a problem with me saying yes?"

"You were spitting blood a second ago and now you tell me you don't remember a thing?" my voice broke in shock.

"I-I was? No wonder my mouth tastes like rust with salt," she feebly sat up and touched her own face. I noticed a huge wound on her face and it started from below her left eye to her right ear. I couldn't feel any wounds on my face but my leg had gave in and the gash on my arm hurt. I had a fractured limb and my muscles felt as if they had been pounded with a hammer ten times.

"I can't feel my body, my arms or my legs. Javion?" Leah cried and broke into hysterical tears. I thought that coming with her into the unknown and tour around Australia wouldn't be good.

"It is your entire fault, Leah," I cursed under my breath and immediately regretted it.

She gave me a dagger look, "Javion. I have known you for so long and I have never heard you, ever, say that. Oh, you are being smarty pants now, are you? Leave then. Don't ever come back here or follow me." She broke into more tears and soon, the tears overflowed and she could no longer talk. She tried to raise her arms to wipe away her tears but I knew that it must have drained all her energy.

"Leah, just listen," I closed my eyes again and opened them to see Leah weeping, "I am not turning around after that much we've been though, OK? Whenever I say that, it is also known as I am not leaving you!"

Leah was curled up in a ball now, writhing in pain. My red shirt and trousers were torn and Leah's clothes were ripped. The first thing that came to my mind was immediate medical attention from paramedics. My lips were as dry as sandpaper and so was my mouth. My eyelids were droopy and my vision was in a blur. Everything was vague and nothing I saw was clear. My body was torn apart from the inside and my pelvis hurt so much that I could no longer stay awake.