He was on the ground in the middle of the street. Everyone was screaming for help and there was a crash nearby.
The boy looked around and saw everyone running toward him and made a circle around him. He couldn’t feel anything.
He tried to move his hand, but no reaction. What about his leg? Nothing.
He lied there, helplessly as people sat around watching. Everything was starting to go blur to him. There was no noise except for the echoe of his breath.
Why was everyone watching me? he wondered.
He tried to gain focus of his eyes and looked at himself. There was blood everywhere and there was something unusual on his chest. It seemed like a hole of some sort.
Did he get shot? Then why was there a car crash?
He wanted to scream for help, but his voice wouldn’t let him. He could see red lights behind all the people and saw someone coming toward him.
At that moment, the boy closed his eyes and fell into the ever lasting darkness of his sleep.