Well I think you've waited long enough! ;D I really hope you like this chapter and I'll try making it longer...maybe with a less heart stopping cliff hanger...I'm sorry once again for that. We last left off when Carl show's Jimmy were Cindy's body is. Then I almost killed you guys with a cliff hanger. Sorry again. Well here we go, chapter 5! Keep reveiwing!
Jimmy stopped breathing. After that sight, no one who loved Cindy as much could have. It was simply tragic. Blood oozing through a gash in her head. Large peices of glass sbabbed at her bleeding face. Her hands positioned just below her face. Just a little earlier and they could have made it there. Her entire body crushed under the massive dash board that had collapsed over itself. And to top it all off, a peice of brown glass from that sick bastard's beer bottle shattered all over her tang top. She could have made it like everyone else if she hadn't been in the front.
He didn't care. He didn't care if his leg had a coumpound fracture in it. He'd get her out. He'd get her out even if he died in the process. He had to. He ran to Carl, who had barly been affected physicaly and had nothing more than a bruise.
"Come on!" He ordered, grabbing at the front of the bus. He and Carl pushed and pushed and just barely moved it. We need more help...He thought. Many of the students had jumped out and had nearly nothing to show for a scratch. He ran out to them.
"CINDY IS DYING! HELP ME GET HER OUT!" He yelled
They all gasped and all who could walk got up and ran out to help him they all pushed and finnaly after 2 minutes of relentless pushing, the massive metalic structure finnaly moved.
All the kids collapsed with exhustion and fatigue, scattering to where they were, either helping their injured friends or trying to move the wregage to get their belongings and steatshirts and bookbags. Jimmy continued moving the wreckage crushing Cindy. Finally after 5 minutes of digging, Cindy was free.
He pulled off two of the coushins from two of the bus seats making them into a bed to lay her on to examine her and to see how badly she was injured, fashioning them to be as a bed. Just as the pouring rain began to fall.
It certainly was as bad as it looked. The gash in her head was the worst thing, no doubt. He took off another peice of fabric from his shirt, leaving him with nothing to protect him from the chilling rain. He shivered madly, but only half of it from the rain.
He wrapped it around her head, luckily it held up pretty strong and stopped the blood from oozing out so quickly. The next thing to fix was her eyes. They were both closed and specked with the tiny flecks of broken glass. He pulled a pair of tweezers from the box of first aid(they were the only thing left thanks to the violent tumbling of the bus) and began working.
Fire men had finally arrived after an hour of search. They worked for two hours and finally got everything cleared up.
He stood there whatching them take her away in a stretcher, It was all his fault.
If only he hadn't been arguing with her. Maybe the shock wouldn't have come so suddenly to her that she reacted so quickly and ran to the front of the bus. If only she wasn't hurt so bad. Maybe she'd be here with him. Crying into his shoulder as he so longingly desired. He'd sooth her in his arms. Tell her everything was OK.If only she was still Ok. If only she didn't rush to the front. If only...