The nightmares

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All I could do was stand there, while I watched the car crash into the ocean, dragging down my family with it, who I would never see again.

It's funny, I can still remember exactly what happened in them long, painful thirty seconds vividly.

I repeatedly have flashbacks and nightmares. Sometimes I can just feel the gentle breeze against my neck, I can see my younger sisters panic stricken face in the car window, I can hear the waves roughly breaking against the cliff face and then that 'splash'- the noise that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Sometimes it's worse. I'm in the car with them all. Everyone's petrified, tears running down their faces. Even my parents. They're screaming at me- as per usual. They tell me it's all my fault and to save them. But I can't, and we're falling... Falling... Falling... And then I wake up, shaking and sweating.

That's usually how it goes.

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