His face had hit the windshield, coating it and his hair with blood, turning the entire driver’s side of the car red. Sian resisted the urge to throw up. The blood wasn’t the worst of it, though; his head was bent at an unnatural angle Sian couldn’t tell whether he was alive or dead as she hung above him, suspended by the seatbelt.
She felt a cold part of her mind come forward as she looked at him. It wasn’t concerned with whether he was alive, or how badly he was hurt; all it worried about was getting out of the car and going for help. Ignoring the bursts of pain, she twisted her body until she could reach the handle of her door. With a scream, she pulled on the handle, then pushed the door up, away from her.
Once it was open, she grabbed onto the frame and unlatched the seat belt holding her in place. It dropped away, forcing her to support all her weight with her arm; it was hurt, she realized even as she disregarded the fire just below her elbow and hoisted herself out of the car, hurt more than she had thought. Shaking, she stood up.
The damage was even worse looking from the outside. Sian jumped off and reeled at the knife of pain that resulted from sudden contact with the ground. The canopy top of the Jeep was badly torn, and she reached her bag through one of the holes, and, as an afterthought, grabbed one of James’s shirts and changed out of her own blood-spotted one and into it as she walked towards town.
“I’ll get help; I promise.”
“There was no accident, miss.” Sian glared in hatred at the police officer who
didn’t believe her.
“It was right there.” She pointed out the window of his police car, and clenched her jaw as he gently shook his head.
“It probably wasn’t as serious as you thought, and I’m sure everyone was fine.”
“You don’t. . .” She touched James’s shirt, then looked away. “Forget it.”
“Excuse me?”
Sian didn’t answer; instead, she opened the door and stepped out of the car, then slammed it shut.
“It’s a long way back. Do you want a ride?”
“I can walk back from here,” she said, shouldering her backpack. “Thanks.”
He shrugged and started the engine and pulled back onto the road, driving back towards town.
“Strange kid.”
And this is where it stops...I don't know if I'll ever finish it, you know?