2/13/09 - Late

She was mad, downright furious at this point. He was always on time, as
a matter of fact he hated being late. It was the first time he'd ever
been late to pick her up in the time they'd known each other, and yet
here she was, dressed and waiting for him, she couldn't help being
angry, she'd grown accustomed to him being on time, early even. But then
it went away, it had been 30 minutes, and not even a phone call,
completely unlike him. She stared out the window into the pouring rain
that battered her window, and replaced the anger with fear.


What if he was hurt? What if he'd gotten into trouble? She refused to
think that way, but couldn't help but feel scared. She had been mad at
him, how could she? He'd never been late before, this one time and she
gets angry? Bad thoughts crept into her head, and tears started to form
in her eyes, she panicked. Picking up the phone she called him, no
answer, she continued to dial over and over with no success.


He awoke with a pain in his chest, left arm numb, the taste of blood in
his mouth and a buzzing in his head. He was dizzy and dazed unaware of
where he was momentarily, the blood taste was overwhelming, he spit and
it was then he realized he was upside down. The buzzing was a telephone
somewhere, he couldn't tell exactly where, it was raining hard and he
was in his car. The seat belt was cutting off the circulation to his
arm, and his chest was on fire.


Though he tried he couldn't remember how he'd gotten into the ditch, it
was dark but he could see the white lights, cars passing. His head was
in a massive amount of pain, he tried to pull himself up with his right
and, to relieve the pressure from the seat belt, but he'd lost to much
blood. He barely managed to raise himself and became faint when he
dropped blood rushed to his head, he now couldn't not feel his arm at
all, the movement of the car from the weight of his body caused the
windshield to shatter, ice cold rainwater began to pour in, it was too
late, he could do nothing more. The water level reached his head and
that's when he knew there was no hope, he stopped struggling, his mind
went blank, the car lights passing one by one almost hypnotically
soothing. He closed his eyes, as the water reached them, he reached
again with his hand, a last chance to be free. At last the water passed
his nose, one last breath before the water enclosed his head, growing
past his shoulders struggling to breathe, and alas one last smile as he
thought of how mad she'd be that he was late