My family told me that life here was great. I guess they were right, but this wasn’t my kind of place. I preferred cities and crowds, not towns and dead-zones. If they moved to Nashville, I could deal with that, but, no. They had to move here. Franklin, of all places! I shook my head to clear the pestering thoughts I hated. I focused on driving to the mall, where I was planning to meet my mom and two sisters, Erica and McKayla. They had demanded I come and see them today. My family thought I was letting the fame get to my head, so they thought the cure would be family time.
Like that would do anything. I was surprised I even found time to drive here, since I was so busy all the time. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see them, it’s just they reminded me of when I was living here and all the chaos that ensued. I was sick of worrying about what had happened. I was glad to be a solo singer, without a band to back me up.
I stopped at the red light, and I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, anxiously awaiting for the light to change green.
Suddenly, I felt something huge hit me from behind, and my tiny body flew to the windshield. My head ached and I felt warm liquid run down from my head and neck. I’d barely acknowledged I’d been hit by another car before loosing consciousness.
I tried to struggle with my seatbelt, but it wouldn’t budge, and it was holding me in. Silently, I gave up, and lay limp, waiting for death, knowing the chances of surviving were too slim to think about.
My jaw dropped open when I saw the car crash. A huge truck just slammed into a nice Honda that looked pretty expensive. That wasn’t what worried me. It was the female driver with red hair that flew to the windshield on impact.
I ran as hard as I could across the street, carefully noticing cars so I wouldn’t get hit as well. The girl in the Honda just simply couldn’t be who I thought it was. After all, what would she be doing back here? When she left, she was gone for good.
Once I reached the destroyed Honda, my worst fears were confirmed.
I stared at the limp, lifeless body of my past love, Hayley Williams.
I snatched my cell phone from my pocket and dialed the number I never thought I’d need to.
After a ring, someone picked up. “911, what’s your emergency?” said a male monotone voice.
“There’s been a car crash on Main Street. We need an ambulance, immediately,” I said quickly, eager for them to get here fast enough.
“Thank you. Who was hit?” he asked.
“Hayley Nichole Williams,” I answered impatiently.
“Like the famous singer?” he asked annoyingly.
“Yes! Now get the ambulance here now!” I shouted, and the male cop hung up. I opened Hayley’s door, and was repulsed by the blood everywhere and the shattered glass. Even if things ended badly between us, I still felt the need to protect her and help her.
The air bag hadn’t helped her at all, since it appeared to have gone off late. Her seatbelt was only barely holding her to the seat, and I gently unbuckled the seatbelt and attempted to pull her out.
I couldn’t move her. I decided it was best to wait for the ambulance, but it seemed to be hours that Hayley’s life was draining away while waiting on the slow ambulance.
Once they arrived, it was a complete blur. I rode in the back with Hayley, and none of the doctors or workers cared.
They had to send her straight into surgery, and I couldn’t help but go insane with worry, even if I hadn’t seen her in years. The image of her bloody body stuck in my mind, and I kept thinking she couldn’t be dead.
Some part of me was hoping like crazy she’d come back to Franklin for me, but I knew that was naive. There had to be another reason for her to come back. I’d heard her family moved here again, so maybe that’s why she came.
For hours, I sat at that chair in the waiting room with my thoughts getting the best of me. My mind kept playing terrible scenarios that could have happened on the operating tables.
When the surgeon came out with a grim look on his face, my heart began to pound. He simply asked, “Your relation to Miss Williams?”
“I have no relation to her… I just used to know her. She used to be my girlfriend, a long, long, time ago…”
“Well, you may come and see her. She has some brain damage, but nothing too severe. She might be all right,” the doctor said optimistically.
“Is she unconscious?” I asked carefully, trying not to let my nerves show.
“Yes. We expect her to wake up sometime soon. Please, follow me and turn off your cell phone."
First of all, I wanted to say that I was planning on finishing Temptation today, but fate intervened. My friend who I hadn't hung out with in a long time wanted me to spend the night at her place. Of course, I hadn't gotten anything of Temptation written while I was having so much fun playing video games and watching Pirates of the Caribbean movies. So, I expect to end it as soon as I can, so, look out for it!
Second of all, I am writing a twoshot (or something along those lines) called Midnight Moon Madness. It's a horror/mystery. I'm not sure if it's Joshayley or Haylex quite yet.
Lastly, did you like the prologue to Emergency? I decided to post it early, for those of you who were excited about it. (Also, I decided I wanted to post something since Temptation's not up!)
Comments and buzzes are appreciated!! xD