Drifting Away

Chapter 5

Time simply didn't exist. All I knew was it was pitch black. Somehow I ended up in the ravine. I continued to stumble around. Before I knew it I was flying towards the ground. My head smashed down onto the moist ground. No one in the ravine noticed me. They were to wrapped around in their own worlds and highs to notice, not that I minded. The stars in the sky were vibrant. If only I could stay there forever. A cloud blew over the stars hiding them. Rolling over, I tried to reposition my ankle. Pain seared through my leg. I looked towards it. There was a root a few feet from where I was lying. That would explain the pain in my ankle. My attempts to stand were pointless. The pain became too unbearable, so I flopped back down in the grass. Cold raindrops hit my face. My head was swimming. I could hear voices all around me. My hand went to the back of my head. My hair was sticky with blood. I didn't realize I hit my head that hard. Suddenly I became tired. My eyelids began to flutter.

I felt a warm hand on my cheek. I reached for it, but I couldn't reach it. Everything around me was cold and wet, except for the hand. My hand roamed around aimlessly. Where was the hand?

"Ash?" I murmured. I knew she would come back for me.

I felt weightless. Nothing could touch me. I was floating. My vision was blurry. Voices were all around me. My vision started to come back. I reached for her face.

"I love you." I whispered.

She held my hand. I tried to lean in to kiss her, but I couldn't find the strength.

"I'm sorry for what ever I did-" I started to say, but she put a finger to my lips.

"Shush, your weak as it is, save your energy." She commanded.

I listened to her and didn't say another word. I felt so tired I just wanted to sleep. Why was I so weak? I heard bits of and pieces of people's conversations.

"She's losing blood fast."

"Someone needs to call an ambulance."

"That will attract cops."

"She doesn't look to good."

"She needs to be in a hospital."

"If the cops show up, everyone here is busted."

"Just leave her."

"Did she fall?"

"Maybe she has a concussion."

"She needs help."

Who were they talking about? There were so many voices, yet who did they belong too? I felt someone lift me and place me on a soft cushion. It was so cold I was shaking. Some put a blanket over me. I was so drained, I could hardly move. Someone started an engine. I started to zone out. Slowly, everything faded to black.