Second Chances

• Chapter 1 •

Chapter 1

I ran towards the giant group of people, crowding around the accident. I pushed everyone out the way and fell on my knees beside him. I winced as I felt the glass around him pierce my skin. Hot tears rushed down my face. I was so angry. Why were people just standing there watching him? Why weren't they doing anything? I started to scream. But I couldn't hear myself anymore. Nor could I hear the whispers or the comforting remarks people were saying to me. All I heard was a loud high pitch noise. I could see people talking on the phone. I could see someone trying to help me up and comfort me. I could see so much. I put my focus back on him. I finally took in all the little things; like the freckles that dotted his nose his jet black hair and the fringe that was covering his left eye. His pink, soft thin lips. He had a few cuts and grazes on his cheeks and a deep gash on his temple. I took in the little birth mark on the side of his neck that was shaped like a teardrop. I could see my tears falling, one by one, onto his shirt, that was covered in blood. I finally clicked back and could hear the people talking. Hear my sobs. Hear sirens. I was pushed out the way by a team of ambulance, who were hooking him up to a machine and putting him on a stretcher, a neck brace supporting his head. He lay on the stretcher, lifeless. The medical team picked him up and put him in the back of the ambulance. I started to scream.

"Wait! Please wait!" They didn't hear me. They slammed the doors and drove away. I was left, standing there, a group of complete strangers staring at me. I turned around to face where his car had been. It was now lying in the middle of the road, parts everywhere. Glass everywhere. The car completely crushed. The wall was in tact. Not one scratch on the old solid bricks. I stared at the wall for a long while before thinking of a vision of what might've happened. Maybe I came out too strong on him. Maybe I shouldn't of told him. Maybe when he got my text he lost control. My thoughts were interrupted by a police officer ushering me away from the scene. They covered the area with police tape. I trudged slowly to my car, started the engine and drove to the hospital. I saw the ambulance take off into the direction of the hospital closest to my flat in the city. I followed them. I kept telling myself it's my fault. I shouldn't of let him drive away angry and frustrated like that. Did he run into the wall because he wanted to die?! Was it a complete accident? How can someone just do that much damage to a car by accident?? I have to see him. That's all I thought. I have to see him. I felt the urge to check my phone. I reached to the back seat to get my bag. I grabbed it and found my phone nestled underneath some used tissues and some photos I just got printed out. I looked at the freeway. Dead, deserted and straight. Leading anywhere. I could go anywhere. I could leave all my worries behind. But one thing stood in the way. He did. Tyler Jefferson.

Tyler has been my best friend throughout primary school and high-school. Tyler is one of those guys who everyone loves. You just can't not love him. He's smart, funny, fit and quite the charmer. I'm the kind of girl who likes to stay out of everyone's way. I have ambitious but I don't share them with many. I never had that many friends in high-school either. I like to keep busy, but get stressed when I am. And I care too much about what people think of me. I suppose that's what I love about Tyler, he's everything I always wished I could be. He boosts me up though, always tells me I'm wrong about myself, but I mean, who really listens to people who tell you you're everything you wish you could be. It could be a different story if I was shown that, but Tyler and I..well I don't know. Anyway, at 18 we decided to move out of our houses and we rented two separate flats in the city together. He did his courses and I did mine. One year later we've never been better, well until now.

I looked at my phone to see nothing but the time and wallpaper 5:04pm said the clock. I saw Tyler's big, crisp blue, happy eyes staring back at me. It was a picture of us when we went to an old childhood park we both loved. It was one of the best days ever. I wished I could go back to it all. The laughing and the smiling the hugging I felt so safe when he wrapped his arms wound me. I looked up to see a car from outta no where slow down and stop. I dropped my phone and skidded around it just missing it. My stomach dropped and I pulled over. I watched the car pass as the driver abused me flipping the bird. I closed my eyes and breathed. I sighed a sigh of relief and started to cry all over again. I chucked my phone in the back seat promising myself to leave it untouched for the whole way.