3. Chapter Three
My hands shake as I search for my phone. It's stuck somewhere in my broken car, but I need to find it. I need to call someone.
A sick feeling fills my stomach and throat, and I wonder if I'm going to throw up.
But then I hear it.
The screen lights up, and I see that my phone is on the floor on the passenger side. I grab it and look at the incoming text from Dakota.
Where are you?
My body aches as I pull myself out of the wreckage, then look around. The road is empty, except for the snow and the red droplets.
I use my phone as a flashlight and start to walk, snow crunching under my boots. It's the only sound. The night is still, even the animals are quiet. They all heard the crash, and hid.
I want to hide.
I look at my phone, at the unanswered text, and my eyes fill with tears. I can't tell her what happened. She knew I left after I had a few beers.
I shouldn't have gotten behind the wheel.
There droplets of blood form a trail now, that stretches along the fork in the road.
I go left, and then I see him. He's face down in the snow, his body twisted, bloody, and bruised. He's wearing a big jacket, and I can't see his face. I'm not what I want to.
What if he's someone I know?
That thought fills me with dread.
He isn't moving, and I know why. The impact of the front of the car, his body slamming against the windshield, that's why.
I kneel down in the snow, and the cold crawls up my body, but I barely feel it.
I close my eyes, and the wind howls in my ears.
It whispers killer to me.