I stood there in the pouring rain, outside of my car that was wrapped around the tree. My male companion, someone I had picked up myself, was dead. He hadn't worn his seat belt and flew through the window into the tree. I had worn my seat belt, and only had a gash on my head and possibly broken ribs. I held my silver jacket around me, feeling the weight of the switchblade in the pocket. I seen headlights coming my way, and waved the driver down.
The man pulled up beside me, rolling down the driver side window.
"Please. I need to get to the town. I... I... I..." as I pointed to the car around the tree, I coughed violently, pain shooting through my ribs and chest. Blood spewed from mouth, and I slumped to the ground.
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