Previously...
(Y/N) and the boys all headed out that night, prepared to follow their plan as intended. As is expected, things don't go as planned.

And now...
You and the boys had been to every house on AJ's street. AJ wasn't wrong, they had really good candy. Laughing, all of you piled into Jackson's moms car, ready to head to Mahogany Wood.

"Alright everyone, seatbelts on." Being, well, you, you complied and clicked your seatbelt in. You looked at the boys, Jackson pretended to put his in, only you noticed. "Jackson," you whispered. It looked like he didn't hear you, and Micheal didn't even bother pretending, he just didn't. Sighing in frustration, you reached across Micheal, and pulled his seatbelt down over him. He looked at you incredulously, and, he laughed a little. You were, astounded to say the least. You mad Micheal laugh! A feat you thought impossible! You froze and smiled at him, so happy he was becoming comfortable.

Unexpectedly, you were launched into the side of the vehicle, as was Jackson. You had no idea what was happened, but you could hear the crunching of metal and the screech of tires sliding across the road. Jackson's mother was screaming when it hit you. "Car crash" you thought. You were thrown into the side again, this time something came into contact with your head.

"(Y/N)!" You heard a boys voice yell. Someone was holding you, and protecting you. As soon as it started, it was over.
"Jackson? AJ? Tyler? Micheal?" You slurred, your vision varying in blurriness.
"Shh, (Y/N), I'm here. I'm here." You couldn't tell exactly who it was, and you thought it was Micheal (it was). His voice broke, and a sob escaped his lips. "Jackson," you slurred. You had watched him slam into the car door before you did. No response came. "Jackson," you slurred again, louder this time. Micheal held you closer to him, squeezing you. You felt his warm tears on your face.
"Anyone," you muttered. You felt tears starting to swell up.
"(Y/N), don't cry," Micheal wiped your tears, as he was beginning to cry.

Everything, was going black.

(A/N): I am sorry for your mental and physical health.