Chapter 2

All of my surroundings had just seemed to disappear in that moment,  it was like his 5 speed was under
spolight. I ran up the hill to it as quickly as I could, my short tooth pick of legs throbbed as they carried me up. My heart was on
the verge of beating out of my chest at any second. Sweat was rolling down my forehead, like I was standing in an inferno. Everything
seemed to be moving in hyper speed. Which in a way, was a good thing it brought me to the crash scene much sooner.
At the sight  Adams worst fear would have been realized, I was proven right. Right next to my black converse high top
laid the rusty old chain from my bike. I took a step closer to the guardrail, and leaned over sticking on the edge to keep my balance
when I felt sticky and warm under my hand, I looked down to see some leaking blood down the side. Although frightened I slowly climbed
over the rail, and slowly made my way down the 10 foot hill. When I got to the bottom I wasn't paying attention, and I tripped over something,
landing on my side.

" Ow." I heard, Adam groan in a weak voice.

I quickly roll on to my back and sit up, right in front of me laid Adam, his usually rosy pink cheeks were flushed of all color at
that point even the freckles that went across his face were pale. His eyes were opened, like a small child who is trying to prove that
they aren't tired. The old field jacket he always worn, was torn open at his left elbow, the hole drenched with blood.
I couldn't help but frown at the sight of the torn of field jacket, it had a bit of sentimental value for the both of us. For him it was
something his father had given him before his parents divorced. It mean't the world to him just like his father. For me the jacket brought
back memories of us sitting on the wall of the local graveyard watching the fireworks on the fourth of July, and him wrapping the jacket around me when he
got sick of my complaing of how chilly I was.

I ran my hand over a sleeve of the field jacket, feeling the slight twitch of Adams arm under my hand, "Twiggy?" he questioned, weakly.

I ran my hand through his soft curls, " Yeah, its me Fuzzy." I replied

Twiggy and Fuzzy were nicknames we had given each other, when we first became friends in grade school. His was Fuzzy for
obvious reasons, his crazy untamble curls. I am Twiggy, because I can not gain a pound no matter how much I eat, I have been 105
pounds since the eighth grade.

He tightened his eyes, " My leg." Adam moaned

My eyes lowered down towards his long gangly legs, the right one seemed to be in good shape. No real damage done, but the
on the left was a different story. It was leaking a beautiful mix of  thick white fat and deep red blood. It was mangled, a sign that I would
not be able to get him over the hill myself.

I smiled weakly at him, " Thats going to leave a mark."

He shivered, " Why is it so cold, and why are you spinning?"

I unwrap my red sweatshirt from around my waist and drape it over him, " You're probably going into shock." I told him

" I don't want to die a virgin though." he whimpers

I flick his forehead, " You aren't going to die a virgin, I promise."

He smirks, " Oh, are you going to service me Monroe?" he teases, his voice still weak

I roll my eyes, " No, I mean't you arent going to die I promise, and its good to see nothing kills our banter."

He lets out a pained laugh, but before he can laugh his eyes slowly fall shut, and his head rolls to the side. I stick
to fingers on his neck to check the pulse, it was hardly pulsating.  I had to get him out of there, I had to keep my promise.