My worry only grows as I realize this person is probably part of the reason why he’s not home… and why he left his god damned phone.
I run back to my room and get dressed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a hoodie before scouring the whole house for a fucking umbrella… how does no one own an umbrella?
Fuck it. I don’t care.
Grabbing my keys off the counter, I run to my car. The rain pelts against my skin, and by the time I’m sitting in my seat, I’m drenched. Water leaks everywhere, but that’s the least of my worries as I turn the ignition and pray that Davis is somewhere close.
I can barely see the roads as I drive all around town, my windshield wipers moving as fast as they can to give me some sort of clarity. I enter the outskirts of town, realizing there’s one place Davis would go. I take the next left turn and pray to every god that’s ever existed.
The lake is a special place for them, just like the field behind my childhood home is a special place for me. There’s nowhere else I can think of right now,please let him be there.
Street lamps disappear behind me, the only source of light coming from my headlights as I drive towards the middle of nowhere. The darkness around me has the hairs on my arms standing up, even if he was out here, I have no way of contacting him or even seeing him for that matter.
Something appears on the road in front of me and I slam on my breaks, turning the wheel sharply to avoid hitting the person in the middle of the road.
The roads are too slick, my tires skid across the asphalt. My breath catches as I slam into a telephone pole. My head crashes against my headrest from the force of my airbag, my entire body tingles with adrenaline while my nose throbs.
After a moment of feeling dazed, I bring my fingers up to my nose. Blood coats the tips of them, and a shaky exhale is finally released when I know my body parts are all still connected.
What the actual fuck.
The hood of my car is smashed in, steam rising as my engine overheats. One of my headlights is out, and my front windshield is shattered. Glass covers the ground around me as I step out of my car, furious at whoever is laying in the road like a fucking idiot.
I place a hand over my eyes, shielding them from the rain while I try to see if the person is okay. Black hair and a Livler University sweater soaked from rain feels all too familiar.
“Davis?” I yell over the loud storm.
He doesn’t move, he continues laying in the flooding street, completely unfazed by the fact that I almost hit him with my fucking car. “Go away Claire” he calls back.
I rush towards him, sliding down to him on my knees and shredding them. Blood slowly pools in the water, surrounding both of us while I grab his hand.
He takes in a staggered breath, choking on a sob before finally looking at me, “I don’t know how to do this anymore, I’m so tired all the time.”
My heart breaks for him. This isn’t him, he’s the happy, laughing, joking boy who always gets on my nerves but makes me smile nonetheless. He’s my sunlight.
“Please Davis, just come home” I beg. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out together.”
He grips my hand harder, “help make it stop” he sobs, looking away from me and back to the sky. “Make it all okay again.”
God, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help him. I don’t even know what any of this is about for fucks sake.
Panic hits me as headlights come barreling towards us, I try to pull him but he’s too heavy. I try waving my hands at the vehicle, hoping that they see us… but they don’t stop.
“Davis please” I scream, “please get up!”
He doesn’t move.
I grab the sides of his face and force him meet my eyes, “Davis we’re both going to die if you don’t get up right fucking now.” The strain of me yelling is scratching at my throat, tearing my vocal cords apart as I beg and beg.
At the last second, Davis grabs both of us and rolls us out of the way. His strong arms holding me tight as a tidal wave of water hits us.
It’s cold, and sharp.
But at least I feel it
I’m not dead.
“You were going to let yourself get hit?” He yells at me, anger thick on his tongue. His chest heaves up and down, “what the hell is wrong with you Claire?”
