I The weight of the car was unbearable. I stared at Spencer's face and I felt tears down the side of my face. I unbuckled my seat belt and after a few minutes of struggle and pain I was on my knees. I unbuckles Taylor and helped her get on her knees. We could hear the creak and groan of the car. The window was already broken and we carefully crawled out of it. I limped over to her side and took a good look at her leg. It was broken but she wasn't worried about it. She was worried about Spencer.
Everything else was just a blur of sadness. But it still remains imprinted on my brain.
We were finally able to get big enough space in the windshield to pull Spencer out. Taylor unbuckled him and then called an ambulance and I carefully pulled his body out from under the black SUV on top of it. His body was twisted at weird angles and his eyes fluttered open. I kissed his cheek and went to check on the other passenger.
When I saw who it was, and I saw his body, my mind screamed. And so did I. It was Trace.
His body was rigid and his breathing was rapid. He opened his eyes wide with shock, and tried to smile at me. I pulled open the door that separated me and him. I unbuckled him and gently lifted him out. He has something impaled in his stomach. I laid him down next to Spencer. Spencer started screaming and despite his current condition he started fretting over his brother and his eyes filled with tears and he screamed at God and everyone and thing that would listen and all I could do was kneel next to Trace and hold his hand while the life slowly drained out of him. He told Spencer it would be okay, he would be okay, and he lived him and he loved mom and he loved me and he loved Taylor and he loved all of us and he wanted us to know that and I knew he was saying goodbye and Spencer knew and he couldn't stop screaming and everything in the world is tipped off balance and I couldn't take it but I held his hand and watched the life leave his eyes and he still had a small smile on his face and Spencer was beating the asphalt and the cars and everything and finally his whole body gave in to the sorrow and he collapsed into a pile of sadness that happened to be on top of Trace. I looked at this wrecked mess of a group of friends and I broke down and started screaming and now Taylor had joined and she figured it out and she cried and comforted Spencer but I couldn't do that when he was my friend and that is so selfish because there is a fine line between friend and brother but it is not fair when there is still a possibility that they both might die and their parents would be left alone and who will think about it if I don't and I've started to hit everything. I hear the distant alarms of the ambulance and it is to late and he can't be save and nothing will ever be right again and I- I- I-
I don't remember anything.
Until the car crashes into me.
But this time in the safety and despair of my mind and memories.