Fey
My head feels as if someone is using a jackhammer inside it, and when I reach a hand up to cradle the ache, it pulls away bloody. I’m almost positive I have broken a rib or two based on the way they burn with my every breath. and I can confirm that I am, in fact, wearing a seatbelt. That is all the information I’m able to compile on my situation before the passenger door of the car is ripped open and someone holding a blade enters. It’s hard to see who the guy is because I am so focused on the blade in his hand as it moves closer and closer to my waist. I hold my breath as my seatbelt is cut off of me and I’m torn from the car. Long, thin fingers clasp around my bicep, digging into my flesh to the point of pain. He drags me about ten feet from the car which I now see has erupted in fl
