Kurt sat on the couch, while Dave gathered his things. He dug his face into his shaking hands. Dave walked into the living room and saw Kurt. He cleared his throat to let Kurt know that he was leaving. Quickly, the blonde looked up and saw Dave's packed up things. His duffle bag strapped over his shoulder and a back pack in his hand.
Kurt ran over to him and dropped to his knees in front of Dave. "Don't go!" Kurt whimpered. He cried frantically. "What can I do to change your mind?"
The dark, long haired man felt bad for the guy. He wanted to stay, but he didn't want to be caged. "Take care of yourself, Kurt." He walked towards Kurt and pecked his cheek. "Bye, Kurt." Dave opened the door and walked out.
Kurt followed Dave outside. Dave walked down the driveway. Kurt watched him throw his stuff in Krist's car and jumped in. With no looking back, which Kurt broke down crying. What he didn't know that Dave actually looked back when Kurt turned away when the car started up. But when Kurt looked back, Dave quickly looked forward.
"Are you ready?" Krist slurred.
"Yeah." A little sadness was in his voice.
The car began to move away. Driving down the street then it disappeared into the distance.
Krist tried to keep his eyes on the road with a stupid grin and wide eyes. Dave picked the dirt from under his nails then looked out the window. The car swerved a little which made Dave worry and looked at the driver. Krist wasn't alarmed. Nothing seemed to effect him. Dave thought it was just a one time thing and looked out the window again. Then Krist ran through a stop sign, almost getting hit. A loud honk made Dave jump a little.
Dave grabbed the handle on the roof above his door. "Krist, what the fuck." Mad mixed in with an worried tone of voice.
"What?" Krist looked at the drummer.
"What do you mean 'what'? We almost got into a fucking car accident." He started to raise his voice.
"No, that guy didn't have the right-a-way." Krist rose his voice also. He speeded up with an additional 10 miles per hour, without knowing it. They were going 75 in a 55 mile zone.
"You didn't stop at the fucking stop sign."
"Yeah, I did."
As Dave looked forward trying to get away from the argument, a red stop light was ahead. Krist wasn't stopping.
"Krist, slow down! Krist watch out!" A car was about to come on the road.
Everything went into slow motion. The head of the truck collided with a Honda. The car became badly dented by this one hit. Both of the cars shriveled up and spun. Airbags went off. Krist's arms waved in the air as Dave gripped whatever he could.
When the terrible scene was finished, the airbags deflated. Now the two could see out the front window. Dave looked at Krist and Krist looked at Dave, seeing if each other was all right. Krist had a cut to the temple to his head to the end of his jaw. Another cut on his eyebrow and his lip. Nothing really damaged him.
The drummer tried to grab the drunk's arm, but it hurt like a bitch. He looked down and there was a huge gash in his forearm. He whimpered. With the other hand, he touched around the wound to see if it was real. He couldn't believe it.
Krist saw the horrifying cut. He gasped. "Oh my God, Dave. You got a fucking cut on your arm." They both looked at the bleeding wound. Krist looked into his eyes. "I'm so sorry Dave. I'm gonna call for help." He tried to exit the vehicle, but couldn't. A couple of shoulder hits did the job. He fell out and landed on his hands and knees. When he got up on his feet, he looked around. As he walked, his ankle ached. To cure it, he limped.
The car that got hit, had a huge dent on the side. He walked over to it to see if the person was okay. The male driver was unconscious. His eyes were closed, body hung over the elbow rest.
Krist became distraught and desolate. He ran to the nearest shop on the side, yelling 'call the ambulance! My friend needs a doctor! Guys, come on!' A woman behind the counter to the phone on the counter and began to call. He stood there for a couple of seconds then decided to run over to the car to check up on Dave.
There he was. His eyes were closed. His wound bleeding. Krist tried to open the door, but wasn't able to. He struggled, trying to do everything he can. When he realized that he couldn't do anything he slide against the door and began to cry. Thinking about him killing two people and one of the two happens to be one of his newly best friends.
Loud sirens went off, which made Krist get up and limp over to them. Ambulances and a firetruck immediately stop around the accident. "Guys, over here!" He waved his arms around to let them know where the victims are. "My friend needs help. Please help."
People came out of the vans and went to the cars. Only one stopped to talk to Krist. The person kept asking questions and he answered them. He watched as a fireman tried to open a door with some type of weird machine. The person tried to get his attention. It seemed like he turned off his audio. All he heard was this lingering high pitch sound, along with his own heart beat. He watched the scene around him. Then he saw a duo wheeling someone to the ambulance. It was Dave. He ran towards him, forgetting about whoever was interviewing him about what happened.
"Is he okay?" Krist walked with the paramedics.
"Who are you, sir?" One of the men asked.
"I'm his best friend. I need to go with him." Krist cried, looking at the unconscious body.
The two carried the body into the vehicle. With no word, they closed the doors and drove away.
