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Autumn
I hear the sounds of crunching metal as I try to pry open my eyes. “How the fuck did this end up upside down?” someone asks once the crunching metal stops, and then I hear a buzzing sound coming from my ears. My left side feels like it is being crushed as I try to take a deep breath, but the pain rips through me. I groan softly, trying to push away the pain, and open my eyes, though they feel like they are sealed shut. I lick my lips, but my mouth is dry, and I notice the metallic taste right away as I fight to open my eyes.
“We got this door open!” someone shouts. I’m not sure if it’s right beside me or far away.
“Fuck,” another voice yells, “let’s get him out!” The pain in my side is making it so hard to breathe that everything comes out in what feels like pants. I try to remember where the fuck I am.
Waylon’s voice cuts into my thoughts. “You shut the fuck up and don’t say a fucking word,” he hissed at me, “you’re a waste of my time.” I flinched at the words, but I’m not sure why since he always goes down this road when he’s had too much to drink.
I knew I should have said something to someone, but I also knew he would kill me if I did. I was so dumb. “Jennifer!” Charlie calls her name. “Jennifer.” The last time I saw her, she was beside me as we swerved in the road. Waylon was looking back at me instead of looking forward. The bright lights of the car filled the cab, and I think I screamed, or maybe someone else screamed, but we were jerked from one side to the other. I think he hit the car, or the car hit us, but all of a sudden, we were going through the air. My eyes closed, and the darkness took me, and now I am fighting against it to open them back up.
“Everleigh?” Brock mumbles from beside me, or at least I think it’s beside me. “Everleigh, are you okay?”
“Hmm,” someone mumbles, “my head.” I feel movement and try with all of my strength to push myself away from the seat that I’m against. “It hurts.”
“Guys, how is Jennifer?” Charlie asks from the front seat.
“I think she’s on top of me,” I can barely get out. “I can’t move.” I lick my lips again.
“Brock, are you okay?” Charlie asks.
“Foot is stuck. Feels like something is in my leg.” His voice is pained.
“Help!” Charlie screams from the front seat as we hear sirens and then people rushing all around the truck.
“Do we know how many people are inside?” The question is asked, and I want to answer it, but I’m so tired. I just want to close my eyes, if only for a minute.
It sounds like a saw is working near us and then the sounds of crunching metal. “We got a door off!” someone shouts. “Fuck, I think he’s DOA.” What the hell does that mean? DOA? My mind spins as to what they are saying. “We need more hands.”
“We got the second door opened!” another man shouts. “We’re going to get you out.”
“Everleigh,” Brock says to the man.
“We have to get you out first and then get her,” the man states, and then I hear the sound of roaring in pain from Brock, and I flinch at the sound of it. I want to move my hand, but I can’t move it. Everything feels like it’s a thousand pounds. “Fuck,” someone else says, “we need a paramedic here.”
“His foot is jammed,” someone announces, “if we pull him out, it’ll rip through his whole thigh.”
“We need to get the driver out.” I hear more footsteps from the other side of the car.
“What a fucking mess,” another voice adds, “three-car accident. One man struck on the side of the road.”
“How many are in this car?” a woman asks as I hear shouting from far away, and then more sirens fill the night. Red lights flash into the truck's darkness for a couple of seconds, but I don’t have time to look around before it’s dark again.
“We have three in the back and two in the front.” I want to tell him we have four in the back, but my mouth is dry, and I suddenly taste metal.
The sound of metal clunking fills right outside my door, and I wince as my head throbs. “We got you,” someone says right after the clunking sound stops. “We got him out.”
“Jennifer,” Charlie says. “My girlfriend,” he says frantically, “she’s in the back.”
“We’re trying to get them out,” the man assures him, and I finally am able to open my eyes and look around. We are upside down, my head tilted to the side. My hair is in front of my face as I try to lift my hand to push it away, but it’s being crushed by a body.
“Jennifer,” I call her name since she was the one sitting next to me. “Jennifer is here,” I try to say, “she’s here.”
“We’re coming to get you out.” The voice sounds like it’s right next to me. “We’ll get you out.”
It sounds like a hundred people are working around me. “Jennifer,” Charlie screams, “she was in the back!”
“How many people were in the back?” a man calmly asks him.
