The pain flares all around me, and over me, and through me. It is all that I am, all that I know. I feel trapped by the moment, as caged in by the agony as the twisted metal that entraps me.
Jared's car.
He's going to be so pissed.
The airbag droops like a wad of chewed up gum, its job executed. But instead of cushioning me like it was supposed to, it threw me into the window, smashing my head into the glass. Blood pours down the side of my face, hot and wet, and blurs my eyesight. My left hand feels like it's been shoved through a meat grinder.
"Liliana?" someone asks, and for one absurd second I think it is an angel come to escort me to heaven.
But that's just stupid.
"Hold on, Liliana," the familiar voice says. I am vaguely aware of strong hands on either side of my face. "Hang on. Help is coming."
Then everything fades away.
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One Last Thing ✅
Teen FictionFrom childhood, Lil's life has been a nightmare. Her mother tried drowning her in the bath as a baby. As a result, she deals with depression and anxiety. When her boyfriend breaks up with her, she decides to get behind the wheel and is tempted to te...
