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Whoosh!
Will took a sharp turn. He was hurrying to get home, or to the Wheelers house. It used to feel like home but not as much anymore. Not after everything he and Mike went through.
He wanted to get out of this rain. It was so cold, But that wasn’t what was bothering him the most. It was the rain splattering on him every second, the sound of it in his ears, the feeling of his hair all soggy, the fact he had to keep re-grabbing the handles of his bike due to all the water filing the spaces that he needed to use for grip, the uneasy feeling of the droplets hitting him then sliding off his body, right into the growing pool in his boots, leaving his socks soaking wet. All of this wouldn’t matter in a second though.
He was in too much of a hurry. He was going far too fast, especially since it was pouring. He could feel he was starting to slip from the speed, and the wetness of the ground. He couldn’t do anything though, he wasn’t in control anymore.
If you listened closely, you could hear all the pieces of gravel sliding off the tires. Letting go of the grip they once had. Letting the bike lose balance on the ground. Letting him slip right off it.
Landing right on top of his left arm. He slide forward for a few seconds, his arm not being able to slow him down, but eventually his body stopped moving forward. He laid there for a second. Letting the rain pour down on him. A tiny pool, or that’s what it felt like at least, started to form in his ear. He could feel all the bubbles rushing to the top, and worse, he could hear as they all popped. Only leaving more finding there way there. It felt so disgusting. He hated it, but he still refused to get up. For a second, the pouring ran pounding on him sort of felt like a massage, in way. Or maybe that was his body’s last resort of comfort before letting all the pain get to him.
It all hit him at once. Feeling like a truck had hit him. For a moment he thought a truck had really hit him. The next moment he was hoping a truck had hit him instead.
“AHHRGH!” He screeched out, his throat straining from how loud it was. But that only left him feeling paralyzed for what felt like years, even though it was just a split second, or maybe even less. Probably because his body couldn’t take any more. Even through it was just a scream right? A scream that could be heard from miles away. But still, nobody had heard it.
Will didn’t know what to do. He has never felt something like since.. well since everything.
This amount of excruciating pain had only come from the shadow monster being forced to leave him. So why would a simple bike crash make him feel the same pain?
A million thoughts ran, or more like sprinted through his head. He was trying to think of what to do. It was such a simple task of what he needed to do, yet his mind was still acting like a mess.
Finally, he knew what he needed to do.
He very carefully, lifted his right arm. Which felt like lifting a ton of bricks, while ten thousand needles are poking into your veins.
He placed his hand on the ground, which then actually had stuff poking into him, but they weren’t needles, it was just tiny pebbles. Will couldn’t worry about that though, he needed to see what was wrong with his arm.
He slightly brought himself up, so he could look at it. He slightly tilted his head, and turned his arm a bit. Leaving a pain that would linger for months after this.
When he saw his arm his eyes shot open with fear, with disgust, with shock, with pain, with basically ever single emotion a human could feel, but it was all at once. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at, he didn’t even know what he was looking at. With all the blood rushing down his arm, and to the ground it looked like a murder scene. Even with it all going down the drain, more blood kept appearing on the road. Will knew if he didn’t find a way to stop all the blood, he would probably pass out, or worse. He was already feeling lightheaded. So, to stop this mess. Will rapidly took off the sweater he had tied around his waist, no longer caring about the pain he felt doing so. He was about to tie it around his arm. But he couldn’t. The bottom half of his arm was still on the ground, and he physically couldn’t move anymore to bring it up. He would have to kick his bike off, so he could sit up and properly fix his arm.
Sitting up as much as he could he started wiggling his leg as best as he could to try and move the bike. It wasn’t doing much though. All it really was doing, was leaving agitating sounds of the wires and metal scraping against the ground. He would have to actually push it off him. He was dreading having to do this. The amount of more pain he would have to endure kicking it off him is more than he could ever imagine.
He closed his eyes for a second. Starting to pray in his head. He didn’t really know what, or who he was praying to but that didn’t matter. He just wanted someone to walk, or drive down the road, and help him.
He squeezed his eyes even more for just one more second, and opened them. He looked around as much as he could without moving his head, and nothing. No signs of life anywhere except for himself, and the crows that started circling around him, flying up in the sky. He wondered how they were flying so in sync with the rain pouring down, but he didn’t keep that thought for long. He had more important things he needed to worry about. He sighed one last time before getting to work.
Will turned his head again to face his side, and tilted his right leg up, so it would be easier to push off the bike using his left leg. He tried his best to hold himself up only using his left arm, so he could use the other to help move the bike but he couldn’t. He could feel as his wounded arm started collapsing, and had to quickly prop his other arm up again, to keep himself up. He would have to only use his legs to get the bike off.
Will kept using his left leg to try and get the bike off but it wasn’t doing much. Probably because he could barely even move his leg, it was also extremely hurt. But finally, he had moved it down just enough, so he could properly sit up. All of the bikes weight was just sitting on his calve, that was already scratched up. All of this was just causing more pain Will would have to deal with, until he bandaged up his arm.
He picked up the sweater that he had plopped down beside him, the bottom half sopping wet, from it sitting in a puddle that only started to form after he had already set it down, and the top half having rain splatters all over. The sweater was so gross, and probably so unsanitary. He would most likely get an infection after wearing it. But an infection is better than passing out, and laying on the side of the street until whenever someone would find, which would probably be morning.
The crows would have already pecked out his eyes, and began eating him by the time everybody had found him. How lame his death would be. Surviving practically everything, only to die to a bike crash.
Will had to immediately push those thoughts out his mind. He couldn’t bare thinking about it anymore. He had already imagined what he would look like, and would never get over it.
He made sure to place the sweater perfectly so the zipper wouldn’t touch his delicate skin. His arm felt inflamed, and burned horribly with the sweater touching the open wound. He didn’t dare to scream again, not after it left him feeling paralyzed. He had to bite his lips, to make sure he wouldn’t yell again. Only allowing tiny sighs, and whimpers to come out. Before he was praying someone would find him, but now he was hoping nobody would. He didn’t want anyone seeing him like this.
He tried his best to tie the sleeves only using one hand. It was so loose he could already feel it slipping. He would have to fix it when he got up otherwise it would slide right off him. But at least it was helping a little with the blood.
He still needed to get the bike off his lower leg, it felt like a pounding headache but on his calve. He kicked the bike as hard as he could with his other leg, and it slide down to his foot. He was able to get his foot out, and his leg was finally free. He could’ve sworn it was actually thumping up and down. Will stayed still for just a minute more. Looking up into the sky, watching all the crows fly in circles. He was zoning out, wishing he could be one of those crows. Flying around with no worries. He let himself watch the crowns circle around once more, and then forced himself to start getting up.
Using his right left he began lifting his upper body up as much as he could. Once he did that, he lifted his left arm up, as carefully as someone would carry an egg. Placing it down on his stomach. Then he bent his right leg ever so slighty, and start to lift the lower half of his body up. He brought his right leg up to his chest, and sort of bounced up.
His left leg was about to collapse. There was no way he was going to be able to walk all the the way to the wheelers house, when he couldn’t even stand.