⚫Whisper⚫

Introduction

Seven Years Ago.

"Come on, mom!" I yell, "drive faster!"

"Honey, I'm driving as fast as I can go." My mother says, driving in the thunderstorm we're having. Her and Dad agreed to drive me to the dollar store so I could get the nail polish I wanted, well actually mom agreed and dad was practically fourced to tag along. My dad stayed silent because of the fact that she agreed to drive me to the store to get nail polish. He claimed it was rediculous.

As we headed for the intersection our light was green and the others where red, but apparently one person didn't care. I was kicking my dads seat as I seen a streak of yellow headlights head in our direction. Things where going in slow motion for me. A blur.

I wake up to the sound of nothing, only a cringeing ringing sound in both my ears. I turn my head to see blood everywhere. I could barley see my mothers face because it was smothered in the airbag, and as for my dad? He was still breathing. I could tell from the slight rising and falling of his chest.

"Dad⁉" I couldn't hear myself. Like I was drowning.

He obously heard me and turned his head, cringing he said something but I couldn't make out the words.

Just like that he was gone. His eyes drifted to the back of his sockets. He was dead.

Tears filled my eyes, spilling from them where cold, salty drops.

The side of the car door was pushed into my rib cage, and the other car exploded.

My eyes start to grow heavy and I pass out.