Chapter Fifteen- Twist of Fate Pt. 3
I'm sitting in the car, listening to Matt and Jeff Hardy's arguments about which Pearl Jam song was better: Corduroy, or Black. The argument has gotten so intense that the radio, which was blasting Jeremy has been turned off. "Shut UP!!! I am trying to fucking drive, okay?!" I scream at the top of my lungs, leaving everyone in silence, and staring at me. "Look, you guys, I'm sorry. I've just been extremely stressed lately, okay? My mind is crazy." Adam and Jay go back to talking in the backseat, and soon, everyone is back to normal. "Charity, which song do you like best?" I hear Jeff say, actually quite calmly. I look at him for a second, and answer him with a simple, "Black." He smiles, and turns around to face Matt. "I told you so!" Matt rolls his eyes and slumps back in his seat. Jeff takes the CD out of the stereo and puts another one in, and I look at him. "What are you doing? Everyone was listening to that, retard!" "Well, everyone will just have to get over it then, huh?!" I pull onto the highway and drive beside a huge eighteen-wheeler. "Will you just stop messing with everything and keep your hands in your space over there?!" I say, turning to smack him hard on the arm. "Danny, watch out!" I hear Jason and Adam exclaim at the same time, and I turn back to look at the road only to see my car smashing into the back of the truck. I feel my head smash on something, and next, black.
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I wake up on the pavement, and look up to see Adam, Jason, and standing around me, cuts and bruises on each of them showing through their torn clothing. "What..." I stutter, staring at both of them. And then, I remember. "How did you get out?" "We crawled out of the window after it broke. Matt called an ambulance for you guys on his cell phone." My eyes widen as I remember who else was in the car. "Oh my God; where's Jeff?! Is Jeff okay..." I say, before blacking out again.
I'm sitting in the car, listening to Matt and Jeff Hardy's arguments about which Pearl Jam song was better: Corduroy, or Black. The argument has gotten so intense that the radio, which was blasting Jeremy has been turned off. "Shut UP!!! I am trying to fucking drive, okay?!" I scream at the top of my lungs, leaving everyone in silence, and staring at me. "Look, you guys, I'm sorry. I've just been extremely stressed lately, okay? My mind is crazy." Adam and Jay go back to talking in the backseat, and soon, everyone is back to normal. "Charity, which song do you like best?" I hear Jeff say, actually quite calmly. I look at him for a second, and answer him with a simple, "Black." He smiles, and turns around to face Matt. "I told you so!" Matt rolls his eyes and slumps back in his seat. Jeff takes the CD out of the stereo and puts another one in, and I look at him. "What are you doing? Everyone was listening to that, retard!" "Well, everyone will just have to get over it then, huh?!" I pull onto the highway and drive beside a huge eighteen-wheeler. "Will you just stop messing with everything and keep your hands in your space over there?!" I say, turning to smack him hard on the arm. "Danny, watch out!" I hear Jason and Adam exclaim at the same time, and I turn back to look at the road only to see my car smashing into the back of the truck. I feel my head smash on something, and next, black.
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I wake up on the pavement, and look up to see Adam, Jason, and standing around me, cuts and bruises on each of them showing through their torn clothing. "What..." I stutter, staring at both of them. And then, I remember. "How did you get out?" "We crawled out of the window after it broke. Matt called an ambulance for you guys on his cell phone." My eyes widen as I remember who else was in the car. "Oh my God; where's Jeff?! Is Jeff okay..." I say, before blacking out again.