5.30 am
I'm so sorry, dude. I hope you will forgive me for everything I've done to you. Pls call me ASAP.
Best wishes,
Chris.
Mike can barely move. His hands are bleeding, his red car (called - Porsche) is broken.
He cries of fear, but no one can hear him. He lays under his broken car.
- F*ck, I can't see a damn thing. Mike is trying to type a number 911 to get help.
- Hi, 911 emergency.
- Please, help me. I'm gonna die!
- Sir, what's your name?
- Mike, Mike Luthor.
- What happened? What your address?
- Are you copy? Hey, Mike? Are you there?
- We need you to stay on the line, Sir! Ambulance on their way.
* Barely breathe* - I have no idea where am I. Here is empty street with no people. I'm under my car!
- Ok. We will try to find you. Call your phone number.
- **********
- Don't move, stay there. Ambulance will come as soon as possible.
Empty road, with no people. It's already 6.00 o'clock in the morning. Mike can't move. Can't breathe. He lost all his faith in people, he thinks no one will help him get out from there.
Mike: I''m trying to find any sign of other people. I'm not ready to die. I'm too young for that. I can't stop bleeding, there is nothing I can do about it. I wanted to do so many things in my life. I wanted to travel over the world with my boyfriend. I wanted to tell my family that I'm gay.
Eyes is closed, mind is lost. Hands are bleeding. Road is empty, there is still no ambulance. No people. No help. Everything Mike might see is memories in his head, he doesn't hear and see anything.
Well, what was going on? Let's go back one week ago before this accident.
Usual school day,
