8:32 a.m.

Both of them grabbed at the chair backs in front of them whilst I flew forward in the car, wedging between the driver and passenger seats. The car had become air born, the shock on their faces was hilarious. I would have laughed if my mouth hadn’t of been bound. The girl fell onto the wheel as the car came down onto the dirt road, the wheels turned to the right, and momentum took its toll. It all happened so quickly, the car attempted turning right but skidded instead and then it flipped. Me, being wedged between two seats quite firmly, held still for the first few rolls. The duo up front however were flung to the left. The boys head hit the window, cracking the glass and the girl fell onto the gear stick. The exterior of the car was a blur, red dirt was flying up and around as the car continued and things were breaking. I eventually flew out of my wedge and onto the roof which was on the ground, then when the roof was in the air and the wheels were on the ground I fell onto the head of the passenger seat with an arched back. I heard the crack first, then felt it. It went up my spine and to my neck. I screamed in pain as I fell into the guy’s lap and the bind over my mouth came off. He was too preoccupied with bracing against the sudden turn of events. I caught a glimpse of the girl doubling up and falling into the pit under the driver’s seat and wheel. There were a few more roles and bumps but we mainly stayed in the same position. When it did come to a stop however, no one moved. I wanted to scream from the pain some more but felt it would be inappropriate.

I could feel my legs, so I wasn’t paralysed, but something wasn’t right. I tried moving away from the blonde guy but I was too sore. I tried rolling too but that was just as painful. Eventually I stopped trying to do anything and waited for them both to wake up. But that caught me off-guard, the fact that I had assumed they were unconscious and not dead. I went through a moment of panic trying to twist myself around and see if the guy was alive, but I couldn’t so in the end I just stopped. I let my heartbeat soften, and relaxed. I was in a position where my head was on his stomach and my legs were sprawled around the area where his were. 

I gently elevated my head up, much to my discomfort, at the fact that it hurt but also at the fact that I was about to put my head on someone’s grotty chest. Well, he didn’t look grotty, but I’m assuming he had a grotty personality. I couldn’t move my arms just yet to help with this, they were still bound and sore, but I could just make it up there with my abdominal strength. I rested my head there and closed my eyes, breathing gently, taking note of the fact that we landed on the wheels and how cool that was. His heartbeat was there, but it was feint. I took note of the fact that they had both been thrown around like rag dolls so I guess they had an excuse to not be working properly quite yet. I lay there waiting for it to go up, and trying to gather up enough strength to move on.

Right now I was way out whoop whoop. It would take a while for someone to find me, that is, if we were still on the main road. It took a few minutes and then the boy groaned. I tensed up, about to try and move off of him, I couldn’t move though; my spine was still in an immense amount of pain. I could feel him stretch and groan at the same time, then suddenly I was being thrown into the car door, I yelped in pain but he didn’t take notice. He sat up and felt around his head. It was bleeding on his left side, near his ear, from the window. I looked down at my body just to check. I had some glass sticking out my waist to the left side, it wasn’t too far in but it was still there. I took a deep breath in and tried focusing on the pain in my back so that the pain from the glass fragment wouldn’t come through. It had somehow come from the girl’s side of the car, and perhaps wedged itself there when I landed on the roof. I looked back at the boy. He was as disorientated as you could be after being knocked out.

“Oi” I whispered, he didn’t look up. “Hey, I need you to do something for me.” He looked at his hands in despair, they had blood all over them, poor guy. He looked up in a daze. “I need you to pull the glass out of me.” He looked down to where the glass was and then looked at me. I currently had my head resting on the door with my hands bound behind me, and my legs on the driver’s seat. I had sticky crimson red blood all over my torso and my back was trying to sit still but kept spasming from the events earlier. He took this all in, looking down all the way to my feet, slowly, probably wondering how I got in the front seat until he saw the girl crumpled up in a ball, still between the wheel and driver’s seat. This is what took him out of his moment of despair and into a moment of frenzy. He attempted kicking open the door my head was against, to which I let out another groan because it didn’t work and just vibrated violently.

“Have you tried the handle.” I said in pain and annoyance, trying to bring my sarcasm through to hopefully make me feel better. As long as I had my wits, I’d live. He shot me a glare and then proceeded to use the handle. It opened the door a little bit, just enough to make it easier for him to kick it again and my head to fall backwards. I dare not move, even though the world was currently looking upside down, because I didn’t want to dislodge the glass and have it do worse than it already had. It wasn’t hurting yet; I was trying not to think about it. The guy got out the car and stood up, leaning against it for support. His legs seemed to wobble and he looked as if he were about to throw up. Even then, he moved around the bonnet of the car and to the driver’s side.

He forced open the door and pulled her out, gently but firmly and then lay her flat on the red dirt ground. I used all my strength to pull my head up enough to see her for a few seconds with a grunt. Her eyes were shut, and she looked to be breathing, but only just. There was a tremor that went through her every time she inhaled. I put my head back down with a sigh.

“Feel her ribs, they might be broken, if they are then she will have trouble breathing, and she will need to stay still until she wakes up, got it?” I couldn’t hear his response but I assumed he had agreed, probably because I sounded as if I knew what I was doing. I didn’t, I kind of just assumed that would be the procedure. It’s not like we can call an ambulance. I stayed still whilst listening to him work with her. Suddenly, it sounded as if something was being dragged. He came into my peripheral vision first then into plain view, dragging her behind him. Probably better than picking her up if he felt like fainting. He let her go when she was near me and then put her arms by her side. He walked over to the backseat door and wedged it open. It probably looked like trash back there let’s be honest, but I knew what he was doing, trying to put her in the shade and make it more comfortable for her recovery.

While he was lifting her up and into the back seats, I spoke to him.

“What’s your name?” I questioned him. He looked at me and then the girl.

“It’s Harley.” He responded, I had a little scoff then questioned her name.

“And is that Quinn?” I remarked, jokingly.

“I suppose you could call her that.” He responded simply, I didn’t know if he was serious or not, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

“We need to stay here, if anyone is going to find us then it is here, if we move then we will get lost, and then die of dehydration.” I concluded. He shrugged and then opened the boot. I didn’t know what was in there, but he pulled out food and water. I sighed in relief. I dropped my head gently and waited for him to finish off whatever he was doing. I tried to get comfortable too, but surprisingly, it’s kind of hard to do when you have a lengthy shard of glass sticking out of your abdomen. Speaking of which, was starting to hurt, a lot.

He walked off in the direction we came from and a few minutes later came back with some stuff that had fallen out on the way here. When he placed it down he walked over to me and came to a halt, he was teasing me by taking his time, and he knew I knew it. He crouched down next to me and looked at his nails, then he stood up and looked around, then leant against the door of the car. I blew out in frustration, literally biting my tongue so I didn’t give him the pleasure of snapping. Instead, I closed my eyes. After a few minutes, he knelt again and leant into the car, lifting the bloodied clothing around my wound and analysing it. He was surprisingly gentle with it all. I didn’t look up otherwise my abdomen would tense and it would be harder for him to pull it out, if he ever got around to it, so I just lay there.

I could feel what was going on as he lifted the cloth up and over the shard, moving my t-shirt to the top of my waist so he could get a clear view of what was going on. He got out of the car and went to the boot then came back with a pair of pants, presumably to tie up around my waist afterwards, then without warning, he just rips it out, like a band-aid.