Kaldera himself even knew he shouldn't have been driving. He knew it was a bad decision to go and drive after drinking so much so quickly, but he was reluctant to leave his car behind at the diner.
"I can't believe I'm doin' this..." He slurred to himself as he got into the old car that had definitely seen better days, starting up the engine that groaned in protest. He couldn't even remember what year this thing was made in but he was half sure it, too, was probably past its prime.
It was a relatively clear night, for one. That did help a little bit in terms of traffic, but it didn't help in terms of Kaldera didn't really have much to distract his saddened mind with. His brain drifted the more he drove, the alcohol certainly didn't help.
He couldn't understand why he was like this. He didn't want to be like this. Everyone else in his life could just be normal, why couldn't he? Did he dig himself into this hole? Did he piss off some power to make him deserve this?
The answer escaped him every time, just out of reach of his mind. He couldn't understand. Sure, he was a sarcastic, cynical asshole sometimes, but it's not like he intentionally meant actual harm to anybody. Especially so to Michael-.. when he was still alive.
God. Fuck, he missed him. Michael didn't deserve to fucking die, he never did. It should've been him. Why wasn't it him? Kaldera deserved to die twice as much as Michael ever did, he knew that. Why the fuck did this god forsaken fucking world have to take innocent people away before it took the good out of it?
As if on cue, another car he hadn't seen in a head check - more him just glancing at his rear view mirror, not really a head check - swerved around the corner.
The sickening crunch of metal colliding and tires screeching split the silence of the peaceful night, a horrible sound that lingered even after the cause had already happened.
Flashing lights lit up the walls surrounding, their sirens drowning out the horrid ambience of the collision, probably one of the most brutal this damned town would ever see.
Kaldera's ears were ringing, he could barely feel anything else but the pain radiating through his body. Everything felt like a blur in his head, he couldn't process a thing. Maybe it was for the best.
He could vaguely hear a voice, trying to lull him back into a state of presence, but they gave up eventually. He wasn't quite sure but there was also a vague feeling of hands, pulling him from the wreckage.
He couldn't remember much after that. He spent it in a state drifting in and out of consciousness, his body fighting to stay alive. He didn't exactly want to himself, but his body did, and he couldn't realistically stop it either.
He was being asked questions, he was sure he was. But he couldn't answer them. No part of him could. The voices soon faded from his mind, the only sound remaining being... well, he couldn't even remember the name to the noise. Whatever it was, he was sure it was something important. He just wasn't sure what.
Was this what death felt like?
A/N: Fuck me, man. Another one down!! I'm very bad at writing crash scenes in case you Could Not Tell, it was mainly me just trying to stretch the chapter as much as i could. Will probably make changes later, smh.