Sirens. Sirens were screaming out from somewhere. Noises and voices were all around. Susan opened her eyes to see a doctor over her, holding an oxygen mask over her face. What happened? She was just in the car with her friends. Selene, her best friend, was driving. Suddenly, a huge force hit them, and then darkness. Did someone hit them? Where was everyone else? Susan tried to speak, but her chest hurt. The paramedic spoke to her and said, “You were in an accident. You’re being taken to a hospital; it looks like you have some broken ribs.” Susan didn’t care about her condition. She tried to ask about her friends. As if he understood, the paramedic said, “Your friends are behind us. Don’t worry.” With relief, Susan closed her eyes.
Bright lights and noise, too much of it. Morgan’s head hurt, his arm hurt, and he felt like his entire body had been rammed with a wrecking ball. He opened his eyes to find himself in a hospital room. His arm was in a cast, he could only see out of his left eye, and there were stitches on his hand. Morgan felt his head, there was a bandage. His face also had stitches, and his eye was swollen shut. Then he remembered. One minute he was laughing his head off about a joke he and Damien came up with in the car. Selene, his unrelated sister, was laughing too as she had stopped at a red light. Then out of nowhere, a huge mass sped out of the dark night and slammed into them. Selene had screamed. But it wasn’t in fear. It was a scream of pain. Morgan suddenly blacked out, and woke up here. Where was Selene? Was she okay? And what about the others? His brother was with them too. Panicked and confused, he started to cry, only to pass out from the pressure in his cracked skull.
Damien sat in silence as his wounds were treated. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. One minute, he was laughing over a joke with his friends, having the time of his life, and then the next it was nearly ended with a large truck slamming into them. He saw Selene hanging awkwardly in her seat by her seat belt, Morgan had landed on top of him and was bleeding from his head, and Damien was pinned underneath him and his brother, Jonah. He pulled out his phone to call for help, after what felt like hours, the medics and police sirens sounded everywhere, and he was brought here. He had two broken ribs, a broken leg, and stitches to his face. Despite the pain surging through him, all he could think about was his friends. As terrifying images of seeing his friends’ dead bodies flew through his mind and nearly drove him mad, a battered and bruised Jonah suddenly came around the corner, and brought Damien’s horrific thoughts to peace.
Jonah sighed with relief to see Damien alive. Jonah’s arm was held firmly in a cast, while his lip was stitched back together, and his eye was bruised and swollen shut. Both boys could withstand quite a lot of pain and injuries. But nothing compared to what they were to experience next. “Damien, we have to find the others. And they said that Selene is in critical condition!” Jonah said as he grabbed Damien with his good arm and helped him into his wheelchair. A nurse led them to where Morgan was barely conscious. Damien went next door where Susan was wrapped up on her torso and was sitting stiffly on the bed. She looked at him with relief, and even more so when Jonah came in next. Not too long after, a nurse came and told them about Selene.
“Selene is in critical condition. She took the worst of the brunt of the impact. She’s in surgery now, but it’s undetermined if it will do much good.” The friends all sat in silence. Complete shock ran through all of them as they tried to process the fact their dearest friend and sister could die. Jonah broke the silence, “When can we see her?” The nurse sighed and said, “She’ll be out of surgery in a few hours. When we move her to a room, then you can see her. But I don’t recommend overwhelming her with your presence.” Each of them looked at each other, unable to figure out what to say. The nurse left and soon family members came. Morgan and Jonah’s mother came in a panic and scolded and comforted them. Morgan was more conscious by this time and was told the news of Selene. His distress of it was comforted slightly when his girlfriend, Catrine, who was also friends with Selene, came in and wrapped her arms around him. He held her as she cried out her pent up fear of his condition and the realization of Selene’s condition. Morgan looked and saw Chance, Selene’s boyfriend, staring at the group of friends in distressed disappointment of the absence of his girlfriend. “Where is she?” he asked firmly, tears choking him. Damien told Chance of Selene’s critical condition, which ultimately brought the tears in his eyes up to the surface.
Darkness everywhere… Total silence… absolutely no feeling. Sudden flashes of blood red and loud smashing sounds broke the dark silence. Seconds of pain shot through Selene’s body as she was operated on. She felt agonizing pain everywhere for only a second, and then nothing for several minutes. It was a never ending cycle that she couldn’t understand. An eternity passed as she felt sensations of pain and cold slowly crawl through her body, voices and noises muffled around her, and then light. She missed light. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by a breathing mask on her face, unfamiliar surroundings, and the sound of her mom crying. What was going on? Then she remembered… she was driving. She and some friends were going out one day… it was night and she was taking people home. She was laughing with them… and then the crash. A huge truck came speeding out of nowhere and slammed into her driver’s side. A shock of excruciating pain gripped her and she was thrown sideways. She felt everything inside her body crushed and mutilated. She felt her blood draining out of her. And then, she felt nothing.