The Car Ride: A Fictional Narrative

The car ride was awkward as all hell. Cheyenne blabbered and yelled in the back, demanding that this was kidnapping and that she was going to call 911.
"Cheyenne, please listen to us, you need to go home and take a nap." Aaron tried to reason with her as he drove the dark streets illuminated only by oncoming car headlights and street lamps.
"Spirit, tell this crazy man that I live with you!" She screeched and pounded the back of his leather seat. Aaron was getting more pissed by the minute.
"Shut the hell up and sit down, Cheyenne." He said loudly, not quite in a yell but loud and powerfully.
Cheyenne was livid. She was so adamant about coming home with me, that Aaron nearly threw her out on the side of the ominous road and left her there to rot. I wouldn't let him.
"We are almost there, Aaron. Just try to stay calm, okay?" I soothed him.
"Yeah. Then we hopefully never have to see her again." He sighed in relief. Aaron started to drive a bit faster, and we entered an intersection. It was dark and hard to see oncoming cars. Suddenly an eight-teen wheeler hit us from Aaron's side. The impact was deafening, and in the slight moment between the truck and I, my brain processing it's arrival, that second of anticipation, I felt something I hadn't in a long time.

Crash!

We were slammed off the road in a tumble, and the only screams I could hear were my own. It was a blur in memory, but crystal clear in the moment. It felt like every ticking second was an eternity. A painful eternity, feeling each one of my ribs agonizingly crack. Listening to the bloodcurdling screams I couldn't even recognize as my own. The car had flipped and we were rolling down a steep hill at full speed. The truck had crushed Aaron's skull like a squished grape and I was in too much of a panic to turn to a seemingly dead Cheyenne. My entire body was lit up with excruciating pain and my ears rang louder than my

screams.
Finally it ended, the car upside down at the bottom of the hill, and I could barely move. All was silent except for the distant sirens far away in the night. I was fading in and out of consciousness, everything around me felt so faraway. I could hear cars up on the road screeching to a halt at the scene of the incident. I was in so much pain. Is this how I die? In the front of my best friend's vehicle, with the woman who broke me?
"Hey, is anyone still alive in there?" A police officer yelled from the hill, slowly wading down into the wreckage. I tried to moan a "Yes!" But couldn't find the strength to do so. All of the blood was rushing to my head in the flipped over vehicle, I was too weak and wounded to try and get out myself. I prayed the officer would come over to me, and acknowledge my existence.
"I see a guy!" Someone yelled and I heard a stampede of footsteps rush over to where I was. My heart pounded in my chest and I was trying so hard to move or make a sound, anything to prove I'm alive.
"Oh my god, I think he might be breathing. Hurry! Get the stretchers!" A woman barked orders at the others. Soon enough there were people pulling me out of the wreckage and carefully laying me onto a stretcher, a sigh of relief escaped my lips knowing it'd all be okay now.