Shooting for the goal

Sirens

A half an hour passes before we stop.

"What the hell?!" After that there was the sound of metal on metal, grinding. I hit the back of the seats and hit the ground. Pain shot up my ribs and my forearms. I scream in pain, it's quiet for a long time.

"Dusty! Dusty, where are you?!" I hear my dad yelling, my heart flutters.

"¡Papá! ¡Papá! ¡Aqui en el coche! ¡Papá!" I started to cry, a sob escapes me. I hear the crunching of glass and the wails of sirens. The sound of metal on metal fills my ears again, I hear grunting and shouts. I feel myself slipping slowly away.