Ty: You joking, right?
Jimmy: I swear to God!
Alex: Is that the only thing you guys think about?
Carlos: Yeah right. Like you girls never talk about men!
Alex: Not like that.
The four friends were on their way back from a concert. Everything was good, the night was young. It was 12:10am. They were on their way to play some roller ball. Jimmy was driving. Everyone was joking, until Jimmy suddenly slammed on the brakes. The car stopped, everyone turning towards the firefighter before seeing his horrified gaze. They looked to the street and saw two cars engulfing another car. The cars began doing barrels on barrels. Ty, Carlos, Alex, each of the four friends froze. Hours seemed to pass before the scene stopped. Everyone jumped out of Jimmy's car.
Jimmy: Carlos! Call fire and a bus! NOW!
Carlos did as he was instructed. Alex and Jimmy carefully moved towards the car, which was turned over on to its hood. Carlos was moving to join his two friends when he stopped to look at Ty, who was horrified.
Carlos: Ty…? Ty, are you alright man?
Ty: That… That…
Carlos: What?
Ty: That car… that is…
Carlos: What? It's what?
Ty: Bosco, its Bosco's car!
Carlos could see fear and sorrow in Ty's eyes. He turned towards the car, where Jimmy and Alex now stood. He watched as Ty ran to the accident, to the car of his friend.
Carlos: SHIT!
He ran to Ty's side. Alex and Jimmy misunderstood when they saw them running. They came after their friends.
Jimmy: Whoa! Guys!
Alex: Stop it's dangerous! It could explode at any moment.
Ty reach the door and kneeled, out of breath; searching for Bosco. He was unconscious, still attached to his seat. Blood cover his body. The seatbelt was attached to him but Ty could see blood all over it. His left arm sat at an unnatural angle, and his thigh was ripped open, top to bottom, a metal piece sticking in profoundly. His head lightly turned to right, and blood pooled on the broken window. Carlos joined Ty, standing next to him while Alex and Jimmy rushed over.
Jimmy: Have you lost you mind?
Alex: What happen to you?
Carlos lifted his head; his eyes full of tears. The two firefighters stopped talking; fear settling over them.
Ty: Bosco, Bosco, talk to me!
Alex gasped while Jimmy, refusing to believe and feeling his stomach constrict, looked through the window. He pulled back. Ty continued speaking to his friend.
Ty: Come on Bosco, talk to me, please wake up! Say something! Come on… Hold on brother, help is almost here.
Carlos knew that Davis was trying to stay calm, but he could hear the fear in his voice. The four friends didn't leave their friend, totally forgetting the two other cars and their passengers. The smell of gas is becoming more and more present. Nothing like this has ever happened.
Ty glanced at his friend, he didn't move. He felt guilty, not for the accident but for his attitude towards Bosco these last few days. He was not very nice to him. He promised himself he'd apologize tomorrow… But tomorrow became the day after tomorrow and so on. And never, not once had he talked to him. Tomorrow would never come… He couldn't apologize now. Never.
Jimmy moved towards the other side of car and tried opening the passenger-door, but since it was totally smashed in, he couldn't. He tried three times to no avail. He couldn't believe it, not something so stupid, not to one of his colleague. All the jokes he'd told him and the bullshit that he told Bosco when he saw him the night before. He knew that something was wrong when the policeman didn't respond. He had even seen tears. Bosco, crying, it was not normal.
And now he was there, in his car. Because of his position, nobody could tell if he was breathing or not. Ty had tried opening the other door but was unable to. Glass from the windows and windshield were scatter on the ground, leaving a sparkling trail, lit by the two others cars lights. Some people stopped, some cried, other looked on helplessly.
Because nobody can do anything, not now. Car debris sparkled on the ground, forming like a star in the center of the intersection. A star, guiding lost people…
This star lights the defeated faces of the people present. The night was beautiful; a full moon filled the sky, not a cloud anywhere, at least not in the sky, because in this intersection, everything was filled with a thick fog, one of sorrow and pain.
The sound of ambulances, patrol cars and fire trucks could be heard in the distance. Ty was still talking to Bosco, while Alex and Carlos watched him. Blood was now on the ground, seeping through the window and surrounding the glass debris. Jimmy flagged down the help that had arrived. Blue, white and red lights, illuminating walls, faces, hope. Sound stopped, and firefighters and paramedics climbed down and ran towards the first two cars before arriving next to Bosco, while officers started to usher people away from the scene.
Jimmy glanced up at the sky, so peaceful, so calm. How calm could reign up, while down below, it was hell. Everything was in disorder; people milled about like ants, searching for the last crumb. If Jimmy hadn't seen the moon, he would have sworn it was the sun that illuminated them. But he will have the sun tomorrow, and tomorrow will never come. Never.