A Last Ride In on the Boulevard of Broken Lives, chapter 2
The car caught fire just as I woke up. Tre had climbed over Mike and gotten out. He started sprinting over to the car. Mike looked dead, but I wasn't quite sure if he was. The fire hadn't spread to the inside of the car. I couldn't move. I still couldn't breath that well. I could move my eyes, though. I looked out the window to see where Tre was. He was what seemed to me only 10 feet away. When he got to the car, he opened up the door. He had to lift it up to open it, since we were on our side. He grabbed me and I closed my eyes. A sudden pain shot through my arm. I looked over at it, and I was in two pieces. The bone was, not my whole arm.
"You okay, Billie?!" said Tre, as if I was deaf. I managed to shake my head. I could breathe a little bit, now. I guess is what just my panic disorder thing. I didn't take my meds today, since I didn't think I would need them. So much for that. Tre got me out of the car and layed my on the side of the road. He then went to Mike's door. I'd help him, if I could move. He got Mike out and layed him beside me. We were about fifty feet away from the car when it blew up. Pieces of metal hit me face.
"Mike! Mike!" Tre screamed. I cried quietly, something I haven't done since I was really little. A woman came up to Tre with a water bottle and poured it on Mike's face. It didn't do much, except make him choke, which was a relief. TRe started to cry, too.
"We've been through too much, Lord. Don't let him die," I prayed. I whispered it, and Tre heard. He nodded his head. An ambulance the pulled up beside me, only 5 feet away from my head. One man, the driver of the ambulance, ran up do Mike with an oxygen mask. Another ran to my side. I closed my eyes and passed out again...
"You okay, Billie?!" said Tre, as if I was deaf. I managed to shake my head. I could breathe a little bit, now. I guess is what just my panic disorder thing. I didn't take my meds today, since I didn't think I would need them. So much for that. Tre got me out of the car and layed my on the side of the road. He then went to Mike's door. I'd help him, if I could move. He got Mike out and layed him beside me. We were about fifty feet away from the car when it blew up. Pieces of metal hit me face.
"Mike! Mike!" Tre screamed. I cried quietly, something I haven't done since I was really little. A woman came up to Tre with a water bottle and poured it on Mike's face. It didn't do much, except make him choke, which was a relief. TRe started to cry, too.
"We've been through too much, Lord. Don't let him die," I prayed. I whispered it, and Tre heard. He nodded his head. An ambulance the pulled up beside me, only 5 feet away from my head. One man, the driver of the ambulance, ran up do Mike with an oxygen mask. Another ran to my side. I closed my eyes and passed out again...
