Winter

Flashes of memories rushing through my mind. But then something ruins the motion of memories flowing.
'Hurry up sweet heart!" Yells dad
'Ok' I reply, not knowing if it was loud enough. I finish packing my bags, all there is left to do is zip them up. As I finish the third and last suitcase I drag them off my bed and into the hall. Before I say to dad that I'm ready I take one last glimpse of my room, I want to make it memorable but I know in seconds I will burst into tears. I head over to the kitchen where mum and dad are. 'Ready' I grumble.
'Lets go then!' Says dad. He rushes out the door taking my luggage with him. I see mum in the corner of the kitchen, her back facing me. But I can see she's sad. I step closer and I realise she's making herself a cup of coffee. She turns around to face me, her eyes moist with salty tears. I run up to her and I pull her into a big hug. We don't say anything, but I understand why. 'I'll see you at Christmas' she whispers in my ear. I nod, in a response not sure if she understands it. I release my arms around her and look her in the eye. It's April and I can't see her until December. I turn away and walk out the door. Dad has got all the luggage packed together by the sidewalk waiting for the Taxi to arrive. I sit on the limestone wall and think. I'm basically losing my whole life, a new school, a new state and a new life style. None of this would be happening if mum and dad didn't split up. But I guess they can't control their feelings against Eachother. I don't think dad knows how bad I feel and what I'm going through. But mum does. She understands me more than anyone else, and I have to leave her. I've been so underwhelmed since Emily, passed away. I remember every moment. The rough turbulence, the pilot screaming into the microphone. Everyone going into brace position and I'm left to drown in fear and confusion. The lack of oxygen floating around the aircraft. My mind going blank and thoughtless, the screaming and the panicking bursting into my ears. Then it happens. The aircraft plunging into the ground with the rattles and the loose equipment tossing around the plane in carelessness. My head, smashing into multiple objects around me. I'm still gripping onto mums hand, but not as tight. All the luggage in the top carry on running loose into the aisle of the plane. I hold my breath not knowing what to do. Then the plane comes to an instant stop. No sign of the pilot speaking into the microphone, but there are little amounts of survivors. Mum, is still holding onto my hand, which means she's still alive. I turn to see Emily, my eyes filled with tears. My heart speeding up. My mind going blank. I step through the dead bodies over to my sister. I try to shake her body, no response. Her head has a deep permanent cut through it, with blood slowing oozing out. I can't feel her heart, and this is when I can't remember how to breath. The engine of the taxi interrupts my thoughts. As it parks in the driveway I walk up closer to the back door. Dad puts the suitcases in the boot. As I open the door, a breath of warm heat pummels into my face. I hop in, melting into the leather car seats. I click on my seat belt and lean up against the window. Dad gets into the front seat. I don't focus properly but I still hear dad talking in the background. 'To Busselton airport please!' He exclaims to the driver. The driver doesn't respond with speech so he must've just nodded. As they have a conversation, I lose focus and gaze out the window.