Trick-Or-Crash

Halloween story.

"Thanks for doin' this for me Colette.", Nick said being oh so grateful his mom didn't have to pick him up from work in her Rabbit Volkswagon in front of all his co-workers.

"No problem.", I replied in a non-chalant way. We were driving to my place in my Honda Element. Or as Nick calls it, "the elephant." It was trick-or-treat night in my neighborhood and Nick was gonna help me hand out candy bags.

"I really hate working at Oinkz. They make you wear the most ridiculous aprons.", Nick stated in a sour tone. I never usually say anything about his uniform in fear of hurting his feelings. Yet, tonight I felt kind of daring, so I made a few comments.

"Oh yeah, you look so manly wearing a pink apron with a pig face on the front. And saying 'Oink, oink. What would you like to order?' is very cute.", I remarked.

"At least I don't have to wear an Elmo or Spongebob costume everyday.", he fired back. Like I didn't see that coming. I work at a costume store. What can't you make fun of about it?

 

So we're driving along having a jolly old time laughing and joking around, when I turn a corner...

 

A scream.

I swirve.

We crash.

It's dark.

 

All I hear is the pounding of my heart racing at a million miles a hour. I can't feel my hands. I'm afraid to open my eyes. My mouth tastes like blood. And in all this chaos, all I can think is, "Where's Nick?"

"Nick? Nick?", I say tremoring. Wait, am I even alive? Where am I? All the sudden, a tornado of questions come whirling into my head. I'm scared. I guess I have to open my eyes to see what's happening. As I lift my eyelids open, all I see is a crowd of people with what-the-heck-just-happened looks across their faces.

 

My car. When I swirved, I must have hit a tree. I look down, I'm trembling. But wait, where's Nick? I look to the passenger's seat to see him not there. Past the crowd of people around my car, I see another crowd. I look into the mirror. I must have hit my mouth on the wheel when I crashed because my lips a little swollen and bleeding a bit. I get out of the car and try to catch my balance. I look down to see my legs are a little cut up. I decide to worry about that later. Then I make my way through both crowds. I fall to my knees. Nick. He's just lying there. He's not breathing. He's dead. I crawl over closer to the corpse.

"Nick? Nick, no! Nick?", I say trying to hold back the storm of tears I can feel coming. But there's no reply. I feel so helpless. I just sit there crying, hugging him.

 

Then from there it's kind of a blur. I just feel someone picking us up, lifting us up into a car. I assume it's an ambulance because of the bright lights. Before I know it, I'm in the emergency room with a doctor.

"So what I heard was a few kids were crossing the street when you turned a corner, you swirved to avoid hitting the children. And for you're friend Nick. I understand he must of not been wearing a seat belt , which resulted in crashing through the window landing about 15 meters away from the car." he says as if this happens everyday.

 

So from that day on I always wore my seat belt, looked both ways before crossing the street, and I would advise you to do the same. Especially, while trick-or-treating.

Reviews

[Writing Girl]

Good job.But you later changed your direction

[Enigma]

Hmm. Nice, interesting read. Suddenly changes themes at the point of crash and puts forth a valuable lesson about wearing seat-belts. Not for the sake of escaping a ticket but for your own life. Good job! :)