Six Staples

Sitting, laughing, squeezed in the trunk of a silver Volkswagen Passat with two hot guys, not caring about anything ready to move to the next party. Once everyone is settled someone hollers, "Lets go!" The vehicle speeds out of the dirt kicking up the sand remains on the gravel side road. I fly out, scrape my poorly clothed body on the evil rocks, bash my head into the pavement. I look up at bright red taillights flying down the road. I pick myself up off the ground, missing my shoes, my phone, my earring, and my headband. I try to find Kenny, he comes over and starts to hold me. Blood is pouring out of my head, dripping down my back, my legs, and arms. I get spots of blood on Kenny and begin to bawl my eyes out. Justin calls the police. It takes about ten minutes and three cop cars arrive, shortly after a EMS truck follow. I am questioned until I  can't stand any longer. The EMS officers look at my head, and my beat up body. They put a neck brace around my neck and strap me to a gurney. I have never been so scared in my life.