AccidentThere was no sound. Not a sound was made by nature, or otherwise. Everything was silent in the wake of what had just happened. A pair of eyes shot open, unfocused and blurry. The orbs immediately snapped shut, opening once more with slightly more clarity. The owner of the eyes pushed himself into an upright position, eyes closing once more. A bloodied hand reached up and waved smoke from his face, a cough escaping his bruised lips. The sound of tires screeching made his eyes snap open once again, jaw dropping slightly as a car screeched to a stop only inches from his face.More Like This
He scrambled back a few inches and when he caught sight of the driver everything hit him full force. The accident. They had been hit by a drunk driver. A hand flew to his head and his eyebrows furrowed. Where had he been going? Why had he been out? He remembered leaving the house at two twenty-six in the morning. But why?
The driver scrambled out of his car and over to the teenager in the road, kneeling beside him.