Everything was red. The pounding sound that burst out his eardrums was now just a gentle bass against his skin. Petting him gently, pounding at the rhythm of his heartbeat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. The screaming almost nonexistent. What once was high-pitched atrocity, enough to shatter glasses, was now almost virtually silent. The world seemed to slow to a crawl. The adrenaline was taking over. He could feel no pain, just a dirty gruesome taste of iron between his teeth, each time his tongue brushed up against the back of them. His hair jet black, slicked back, and just one stray hair made it to cross over his left eye which was closed as he tried to regain himself. He was going to let the adrenaline and every ounce of what was numb inside of him, just to move. Amongst the shattered glass, the heat from the multiple engines burning, his amber eyes rested in the darkness. Part of his arm was caught in the flames, he couldn’t feel it, but he felt the urge to itch. That was no good. One of the wheels laid not too far from him. The door .. The glass .. There was blood pattering from the glass above him. It fell on his other arm, which was bent away from him, over his side, it didn’t go unscathed. There was a piece of the wheel that went through his arm. He couldn’t feel that either. Thank you adrenaline. —- He saw one of his friends, Joe, he was only seventeen, got a visa to go to the states to become a physicist. What kind of science was that? The man was barely 5’4’’, how would he be able to sit on one of those big tables and do science? His black hair which came to his shoulders was now crimson red. His head was crushed open, he was hanging out of the car when it crashed. He looked lifeless like a doll, those ones that they have in those haunted houses. Or similarly earie, he looked like a mannequin. Like he should be selling everyone a new pair of pants for the summer season. He had four beers. Not enough to make someone want to lose their mind and do something stupid like this.
The driver, Finn, was eighteen. He had come back from his first year at Yale. Smart guy. Was already promised to be married. His dad fought in World War I and barely came home alive. His mother was sixteen when she had him, she waited four years for his father to come home, then they were finally reunited. He had lavish blonde hair, like an angel. His eyes were bright green. They could pierce right through you. It always made the ladies mad when he was around. He was a toothpick chewing rich kid whom hated the fact that he was rich. His mom got into some money after his grandfather passed away. But as soon as he went to school, he told him mom that he would work however long it took to pay off the debt. That he didn’t take charity. It wasn’t until after the accident that it was said that his fiancé was giving birth to twins, one boy, one girl.
Then there was .. This guy .. With half a door frame stuck in his neck up to his shoulder, and he was the ONLY one alive after the accident. A couple driving by saw the accident and came to help. The man’s wife kept wailing about how two young boys were murdered. She barely comforted the man that was alive. They both stayed on the other side of the road as if the three men that were in this accident had some sort of disease. But then .. Out of the corner of his eyes, his quickly fading eyes, the couple was gone. They vanished.
