Dirk glanced up from where he was seated, head pounding as he turned slightly to get a better view of the accident. He had been thrown from the car, through the window to be exact.
The driver of the car did not look so well. He got up shakily, limping over. He looked down at the shards of glass sticking out of his leg and arm. Had he had his seat belt on, not digging for shit for John...
Fuck, John! He looked at the driver's side, the blood. The truck had plowered into them and they hadn't stood a chance. He winced in pain as he jarred his leg.
There was a piece of twisted metal sticking out of John's chest. Of course, Dave would question why his brother was out with the older John in the first place...and why he was ditching school to do so...
"John," he whispered, limping over and attempting to get the door open. He knew he shouldn't be moving but the blood coming from the wound. He just wanted John to be alright. "John," he said, reaching through the window.
He rested his hand on John's cheek, looking at the pale skin. The other oepend his eyes slightly, struggling to breathe. He smiled once more before shutting his eyes against the pain.
John didn't want to leave, wanted to stay with Dirk, wanted to stay in the world of light and laughter but it was too much...too much pain, too much to keep hold of the light. He slowly let out a final breath, slipping into the void of nothingness.
Dirk let out a strangled cry, collapsing against the car. He could hear people talk, shout, felt himself being lightly touched, picked up, carried out on a bed but he was dead inside. John was gone and nothing mattered anymore.