After the initial impact you were sent flying.
You could feel your head hit hard against the unforgiving concrete. Your arms, which you were trying to protect your face with, broke and cracked as your weight smashed against them. Something large, something powerful must’ve hit you, must’ve sent you flying. You don’t even realize what happened for a bit. A sudden impact and your sight left you for a moment or two. You hear deafening noises and feel pressure and pain everywhere as your body slams repeatedly into the hard ground.
You try to reach for your phone, only to realize that your arms won't respond or move. Your phone lies a mere arm’s length away from you, shattered. Forcing your head up, pushing yourself through a great deal of pain, you can see a car slowly rolling to a stop in front of you. The car is damaged though you can’t really see where. And the driver seems to be stopped in the middle of the road contemplating something. Your brain doesn’t really seem to be working as well as usual, your thoughts are slow and clouded, but you realize that a car hit you, his car, he hit you!
You try and lift your head to beg the driver for help. He doesn't respond to you. You're not even sure if he can hear you. You hear him talking to another person off in the distance. "Hold on honey, Yes I'll be home in time for dinner I think I tapped something, I just have to make sure." How could he be so casual about this? You expect he will call emergency services. You think you’ll hear him dialing an ambulance next and running over to beg for forgiveness and make sure you’re ok. Tapped something?! You think to yourself, this maniac could’ve killed me! How reckless could he be? talking on his cell phone while driving, hitting and almost killing a pedestrian, he had better have an amazing lawyer! He should be glad if he doesn’t spend the rest of his life in prison for this! Why hasn’t he dialed the police or an ambulance yet? These thoughts continue to race through your head.
He doesn’t dial any emergency services, instead you hear his truck's engine begin to turn as the red lights from his tail end begin to pull away off into the darkness.
He can't just leave me here you think to yourself. I have a life, friends, a family. They’ll be looking for me. The police will... An awful thought forces its way into your head. It suddenly occurs to you that you didn't tell anyone where you were going. You came out here while jogging to try and be alone. You picked this area especially for its remoteness. You were so tired of dealing with everyone and you needed to get away. The police around here wouldn't look for long and even if they would they wouldn't know where to start. You realize now how cold and quiet it is. You can hear the animals in the woods; scavengers, and insects they’ll come out of the woods soon. They’ll be drawn by the scent. You come to the shocking realization of just how remote this area, this stretch of road is... that there’s a good possibility you might be torn apart or die from exposure. Even if someone does find you emergency services are slow in your country at best. Many times they would just consider someone in your condition a lost cause. You look off as far as you can and there’s absolutely no other lights you can see, save for the taillights that are steadily driving away from you.
He stops after about a hundred yards or so and idles for a minute. You can hear the exhaust puttering. You can see the steam rising off the muffler mixing with the smoke and dim red brake lights refracting through the swirling clouds. He throws the car into reverse, oh thank God you think, maybe he changed his mind. You swear to whatever deity is listening that if he just does the right thing and get you the help you need. You won't press any charges. You’re just so glad that he isn't leaving you out for dead on this deserted back road.
You force out a slight smile towards him. He continues to back up toward you. Though everything is still slowed due to the adrenaline rushing throughout your body you can tell his speed is steadily increasing.
You realize what he’s trying to do, and you desperately try to move out of the way, but no matter how hard you try your body just won’t respond. You try to scream but your throat only forces out a near inaudible whisper. You brace yourself knowing there’s no way you can move.
You feel the vehicles crushing weight as it rolls over and rips through you. Bones splinter, muscle and veins burst under the sheer weight. The skin and fat shreds from your torso. You cannot scream though your body instinctually tries to. You barely have the strength in your lungs to even force out a whisper. Your vision is a steadily darkening red as the blood vessels covering your face and eyes have burst. You lose focus and its becoming very painful to keep your eyes open.
You hear the phone call. In a halfhearted endearing voice he says, "I love you too honey, yes, yes. I just got to take care of something real quick. I’ll be home soon...I love you too babe, bye."
The car starts rolling forward again.
There is talk of an unwritten law in some countries where overpopulation and healthcare are an issue. That if you hit a pedestrian you "hit to kill." In these countries, it is said that if you injure someone while driving you are responsible for their medical bills for the remainder of their life. If, however, they are killed, you are instead only given a one-time fine.
This has been said to lead many reckless or drunk drivers to come back and "finish off" many a helpless and injured pedestrian.
Dame Saturday - Hit to Kill
Dame Saturday - Hit to Kill
Written by Trashbinrat
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