back in my seat, mouth opening to say
something but words never leave it. As we speed around a corner, we find a deer
standing in the middle of the road—obviously dumbstruck by the bright lights of
the car.
Micah curses, jerking the wheel to the left, and I cry
out as the car veers too far to the other side of the road. We’re heading
straight for a large tree. My eyes widen with horror as things seem to suddenly
slow down. I see the large tree looming in front of the car, Micah's side is in
the clear, but I’m looking at a direct hit.
I'm going to die.
A strangled sound escapes Micah. He jerks the wheel
again, this time to the right, a mere couple seconds before the world explodes
with the sounds of crunching metal and exploding glass. Screams pierce the
night before everything goes black.
Then I'm awake again, and the air smells metallic
while gas fumes burn my nose. I groan and slowly become aware of the pain
throbbing in my temple. No, my whole body hurts. Something’s not right. I try
to remember where I am, then I remember the party and Micah driving me home.
The deer!
“Micah,” I mumble weakly as I struggle to open my
eyes. We'd dodged the deer, but our car had careened towards a tree. “Micah? I
don't feel so well,” I say shakily as I pry my eyes open and stare at the
twisted metal before me. I'm still sitting in the passenger seat of the car,
but the metal is bunched up around me, and the airbag is deflated. It had
likely saved my life before it had deflated after impact. I take a mental
evaluation of myself and find that I seem to be in one piece. Moonlight shines
through the shattered window beside me, and I can see that one of my legs is
pinned by a piece of metal. I wiggle my toes, and I'm relieved my leg isn't
broken. It hurts, and I can see a hint of red blood. I hope it's just a flesh
wound and not something serious.
After a moment of staring at my predicament, I manage to
turn my head to the left to look at Micah. Horror sweeps over me as I see the
metal sticking out of the left side of my brother's head. Blood has covered his
face and has splattered all over the twisted interior of the car. No, no, no,
no, no... His eyes are closed, his body pinned to the seat from large pieces of
metal. The front left side of the car had been crushed inward, brutally
trapping my brother when we’d hit the large, unforgiving tree that still stands
before the wreckage.
It should have been my side crushed in, not his.
My constricting lungs make it hard to breathe as I
realize with anguish that Micah's dead. There's no way for him to survive the
damage to his head. My screams echo throughout the night...
My chest aches so much that at first I believe I am
back in the car, trapped with Micah's lifeless body among the crushed and
twisted remains of the crash. But then the voice slowly draws me back to
reality. The soft, accented voice brings me a hint of comfort, and as the
coldness seeps into everything that I am, stealing my breath and stealing my
soul, I feel something warm tighten around my tense body. Words are murmured
lowly in my ear, and I struggle to breathe again, only to realize that I'm
sobbing.
I survived.
I'm here and Micah's gone.
It's not fair. Death had sadistically torn him from my
life, and I'm left floundering around in an empty world that holds no appeal to
me anymore. I hate my life. I hate the apartment that was supposed to be both
mine and Micah’s. I hate myself for being the reason that he died.
That beautiful voice continues to console me, to rock
me, to rub my back. I want to yell at it and tell it that I don't deserve its
comfort. But the warmth and the hypnotic sound of it lures me back to sleep,
all the while protecting me from further nightmares.
Chapter Five
The first thing I become aware of is the naked male
body pressed against my back, while an arm curves over my waist, its hand
resting
something but words never leave it. As we speed around a corner, we find a deer
standing in the middle of the road—obviously dumbstruck by the bright lights of
the car.
Micah curses, jerking the wheel to the left, and I cry
out as the car veers too far to the other side of the road. We’re heading
straight for a large tree. My eyes widen with horror as things seem to suddenly
slow down. I see the large tree looming in front of the car, Micah's side is in
the clear, but I’m looking at a direct hit.
I'm going to die.
A strangled sound escapes Micah. He jerks the wheel
again, this time to the right, a mere couple seconds before the world explodes
with the sounds of crunching metal and exploding glass. Screams pierce the
night before everything goes black.
Then I'm awake again, and the air smells metallic
while gas fumes burn my nose. I groan and slowly become aware of the pain
throbbing in my temple. No, my whole body hurts. Something’s not right. I try
to remember where I am, then I remember the party and Micah driving me home.
The deer!
“Micah,” I mumble weakly as I struggle to open my
eyes. We'd dodged the deer, but our car had careened towards a tree. “Micah? I
don't feel so well,” I say shakily as I pry my eyes open and stare at the
twisted metal before me. I'm still sitting in the passenger seat of the car,
but the metal is bunched up around me, and the airbag is deflated. It had
likely saved my life before it had deflated after impact. I take a mental
evaluation of myself and find that I seem to be in one piece. Moonlight shines
through the shattered window beside me, and I can see that one of my legs is
pinned by a piece of metal. I wiggle my toes, and I'm relieved my leg isn't
broken. It hurts, and I can see a hint of red blood. I hope it's just a flesh
wound and not something serious.
After a moment of staring at my predicament, I manage to
turn my head to the left to look at Micah. Horror sweeps over me as I see the
metal sticking out of the left side of my brother's head. Blood has covered his
face and has splattered all over the twisted interior of the car. No, no, no,
no, no... His eyes are closed, his body pinned to the seat from large pieces of
metal. The front left side of the car had been crushed inward, brutally
trapping my brother when we’d hit the large, unforgiving tree that still stands
before the wreckage.
It should have been my side crushed in, not his.
My constricting lungs make it hard to breathe as I
realize with anguish that Micah's dead. There's no way for him to survive the
damage to his head. My screams echo throughout the night...
My chest aches so much that at first I believe I am
back in the car, trapped with Micah's lifeless body among the crushed and
twisted remains of the crash. But then the voice slowly draws me back to
reality. The soft, accented voice brings me a hint of comfort, and as the
coldness seeps into everything that I am, stealing my breath and stealing my
soul, I feel something warm tighten around my tense body. Words are murmured
lowly in my ear, and I struggle to breathe again, only to realize that I'm
sobbing.
I survived.
I'm here and Micah's gone.
It's not fair. Death had sadistically torn him from my
life, and I'm left floundering around in an empty world that holds no appeal to
me anymore. I hate my life. I hate the apartment that was supposed to be both
mine and Micah’s. I hate myself for being the reason that he died.
That beautiful voice continues to console me, to rock
me, to rub my back. I want to yell at it and tell it that I don't deserve its
comfort. But the warmth and the hypnotic sound of it lures me back to sleep,
all the while protecting me from further nightmares.
Chapter Five
The first thing I become aware of is the naked male
body pressed against my back, while an arm curves over my waist, its hand
resting
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