Page 90 of The Legend
Grandpadidn’t hit hard peruse, it was just thewayhe hit the wall that wasdisturbing and the way dad’s car was pushed against the wall wasn’t comfortingto me. I knew something horrible had happened.
When Ifinally reached them, no one was speaking; no one said a goddamn thing to me.They just stared at me, their faces poignantly frozen in shock.
I lookedbetween Justin and Tyler who stared back at me, their faces white, immobile andcold. Justin blinked slowly as if he was trying not to feel anything at thatpoint. I could see the steady quick rise and fall of his chest; his breathingsped with each breath knowing the gravity of the situation.
The windceased, the fog hovered just upon us. Thick and dense, the moisture remainedcrisp cutting through the fog. Sound was non-existent, it was still. It was asif the world suddenly stopped spinning on its axis knowing something was wrong.When I looked back at grandpa’s car and the safety crews weren’t moving quicklylike they were around dad’s car, I had that sick rigid feeling instantly.
I didn’thave to hear the words to know, I felt it.
Somethingin me focused on my dad laying in the dirt about twenty feet away, paramedicsfrantically teeming around him.
My heartsunk, literally dropped with my knees as they gave way beside him.
Attrition – Jameson
Pain.
It was excruciating and unlike anything I had ever feltbefore.
Blinding white bursts of throbbing pain in radiating wavesswept through me. The pain was flashing and indescribable. Any thought ormovement I made only spurred the stabbing jolts. I felt nauseous with the totalinsurmountable hurt. I wanted it to stop.
Passing out would have been a blessing. I couldn’t seeanything, blackness surrounded me but I heard voices and the faint sound ofengines rumbling.
My ears felt like they were on fire with the sound of awhooshing noise I couldn’t place or decipher. The pain was so strong, sosearing that I wasn’t sure I could continue for much longer without passingout.
I felt it then, another movement. From my hair to my toes,fire shot throughout me as I dimly became aware of someone touching me;touching my shoulders and my neck as if they were checking my pulse. The flareof agony spread throughout my body, bursting into powerful flames. It was toomuch and I moaned trying to get away. I didn’t want to be touched or moved, ithurt too much.
Everything began to swirl in sickening loops. The sharppain rose throughout me from my stomach into my head fighting against theadrenaline and I vomited.
Why did I hurt so badly?
It made no sense, but abruptly my brain focused for once onone image.
The wreck.
I struggled against the pain to focus. My dad came to mind,was he okay?
“D...ad,”I called out but my voice sounded different, rough and forced. I’d never heardit before.
My body wouldn’t respond. The command was there, the expectationof unconscious obedience to my will, but I couldn’t make any part of me move. Ipanicked.
Pain was all I felt now; without movement or was I moving?
I tried to be still in that moment, wanting the pain tosubside with no movements but just trying to breathe was a challenge, a bleakeffort.
I felt pressure on my face, on my cheek as they removed myhelmet and realized that someone was touching my face, sweeping my hair aside.A sharp prong spread from below my eyes to wrap around my head and down myneck. It felt like someone was slowing pouring warm water over my forehead butno one was there, that I could see.
I moaned once again and tried to get away from it, theresponse to the incredible throb was instinctive and involuntary. Paininstantly tore through my body at the movement.
Next thing I knew I was vomiting again, which caused theagony throughout and my stomach knotted at the onset.
Clenching my teeth against another wave of nausea, I becameaware of the sound of Axel’s muffled sobs close to my ear.
I did nothing. I vomited again, I think. I couldn’t focus.All I saw was light, white fuzzy lights mixing with yellow and reds and theoccasion whisper of a voice. People hovered over me moving frantically but itonly made me dizzy.
I wanted to ask him what had happened, what was wrong, whydid I hurt so fucking much, but then I remembered again.
Everything that had just happened came back to me in ahorrifying rush along with the urge to vomit again.
