It was about 1 in the morning when Billy was speeding most definitely twice as much as the speed limit was, with a passenger in the seat. The once polished leather seats in Billy’s cobalt blue sedan he was so proud of, were now completely stained with Stu’s drying blood that looked almost pitch black in the moonlight.

“Stu, please stay with me. We’re gonna be safe, I promise.” Billy’s voice sounded out weak and utterly terrified, which was very unusual for a person like him. He stuttered. Stu’s breathing was uneven and his skin pale, unlike his crimson blood glittering all over his trembling hands, stomach and really everywhere.

Billy knew it wouldn’t be long before he passed out, or even worse, passed away, and that made his already small heart squeeze and rip excruciatingly inside the confines of his ribcage.