Promise Me. Chapter 11 - The Broken Record.

Jacob's POV.

I was hanging from my seat, staring down at the car’s roof. Apparently, the car was lying upside down on the street, I could see shards of glass out there, and the lights of that other car were still glowing eerily, illuminating the asphalt and this car’s interior. I tried to free myself of the safety belt but found I couldn’t do it. My arms are fine, my chest hurts a little, I probably broke several ribs, and my abdomen was fine, and then I saw it, my leg was stuck in place underneath the steering wheel, in fact held in place by the strangely distorted construction. I felt the stickiness of something, blood, oozing from it. But there was no pain. Not yet, anyway. Great. I suddenly remembered, Andy, I turned my head and saw Andy, he was lying on his side, underneath me. I could make out the side window’s outline. So the car was not upside down, but actually lying on one side. I started screaming, screaming at the top of my lungs, the pain, in my leg, I could finally feel it setting in. I wanted to cry, it hurt so bad. I had to see if Andy was okay.
“Andy! Hey, bro, wake up man, wake up, please,”
He opened his eyes and looked right at me, his eyes widened.
“Jake?! What, what’s going on?!”
I tried to breathe in deeply, tried my hardest not to yell, or scream. But my tears wouldn’t stop flowing. “Andy, I- I can’t, I need you to, get help alright? Just, run out there, and check the other car, see, if, if they’re alright, alright?” I told him.
He kicked the windshield and successfully made his way out, he came to my side.
“C’mon Jake, I’ll help you get out,” he grabbed my arm and tried wriggling me out of my position,
“NO! NO ANDY! It hurts, no, it hurts too bad, I can’t..”
His expression was so, fearful, like this was his entire fault. He just looked around and ran to the other car. I held onto my thigh, crying, in pain. Andy was covered in blood, he came back and looked at me.
“Jake, they’re all, they’re all gone, they’re all dead, nobody’s breathing,” He sounded so afraid.
“I can’t go in there and search for a phone, I—“
“Dee! Look at me! just run, and get help okay? a car will pass eventually, eventually, alright?”
“I can’t leave you man!”
“just go, just go, I’ll be fine,” I lied.
I knew, I knew, I was on the verge of dying. Andy looked at me with concern in his eyes and he just ran like it was the marathon for his life. He had a lot of cuts and bruises on his arms and legs. That was probably caused by all the shattered glass. I tried to move my leg, but I couldn’t, I wanted to die, it was better than facing this much pain.
This is it, I’m going to die.