Carissa groaned in pain and opened her eyes. At first she saw red and she was confused. It was a darker red than her ginger red hair. A blood red color in her hair. She tried moving and felt a sharp pain in her side. She looked down and saw the same red color. Blood.
"Fuck," she whispered.
It all came back to her. They had been fighting in the car. A stupid fight that somehow had got blown out of proportion. Roman had started speeding while shouting, and he had lost control over the car.
"Roman," she whispered.
She turned her head and looked at him. He was hanging over the steering wheel. His head was turned towards her. His eyes were open. Those brown eyes of his looking into her soft grey ones.
"Roman?" She asked. "Say something."
His eyes remained open but he didn't speak. He didn't even blink. Panic started setting in. He couldn't be dead. She unbuckled her seat belt and pushed through her pain as she moved closer to him. She ignored the broken front window that his head had smashed against. He had been driving without a seat belt. It was an old car without airbags. He refused to get rid of it because it was the first car he ever bought. He was proud of this car. Too proud sometimes.
"Roman?" She asked again. "Wake up."
She grabbed his shoulder and shook him. Nothing happened. That cold, dead stare already haunted her.
"Wake up!" She screamed. "You can't fucking die like this!"
She realized she needed help. She wished she had her phone on her. Roman had left both of their phones at home. Something he did a lot when they took a road trip like this. She opened the car door and managed to get outside. The pain in her side got worse. She looked down and saw fresh blood run out from under her top.
"Fuck!" She yelled. "Help! Someone, help me!"
She felt like it was pointless. No one would be out here in the middle of nowhere. She would be lucky if another car even passed by today. She could either give up or try walking. She took a few steps forward. Spots were dancing in her vision. The pain was so bad.
"Help!" She yelled again.
She caught a light between the trees. Like a fire burning. She didn't care who was in there. She needed their help. Hopefully it was a hunter who knew this place well and knew what to do. She walked towards the fire as fast as the pain allowed her to. She was surprised when she found a tall, dark green tent and a man with dreadlocks sitting outside by the fire.
"What do we have here?" He asked.
"Please, help me," she said.
She felt like passing out. Her legs wouldn't support her anymore. She let go and let herself fall backwards. He caught her which surprised her. He had been sitting by the fire. He shouldn't have been able to move that fast to get to her. He gently placed her down on the ground and moved her top up to take a look at the damage.
"That's a nasty hole in your body," he said.
"Help Roman," she mumbled.
"It's too late for him. Let me focus on you," he said.
"How do you know? You haven't seen him," she said.
"I know a lot of things," he chuckled. "Let me help you, Carissa."
"How do you know my name?" She asked.
"I just do," he smirked.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Bray," he answered. "Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt."
He placed his hands on top of her injury and started chanting in a language she had never heard before. The pain quickly got worse.
"Stop!" She begged. "I can't take it. It hurts too much."
She tried grabbing on to his wrists to move his hands away. Her bloody fingers slithered around on his skin. She couldn't get a hold of anything. The pain got so bad that all she could do was scream. A long, piercing scream of pain that seemed to scare any bird inside this forest. Then everything faded to black.