I can still remember that day.
Images of the accident are permanently burned into my mind, reminding me that I'll never be the same.
"Mom!"
Screeching and yelling.
"Mom! Mom!"
Burning and crying.
"Stay here! I'm going to go look for your mother!" Dad.
"No! Dad don't leave me!"
The building was burning. Beams and columns were falling to the ground in flames.
"DAD! DAD!"
Mom was still somewhere inside, so Dad went back in to find her.
Fire truck and ambulance sirens were going off left and right. All I could hear was a constant ringing in my ears.
A stinging on the side of my forehead. It burns. It hurts so much.
"MOM! DAD!"
Firemen rushed into the building, spraying large streams of water onto the raging fire that was covering the place I knew as home.
The fire was put out in what felt like 3 minutes.
Paramedics rushed out of the building with two stretchers... Mom and Dad.
Both either unconscious or already dead.
Someone picks me up and puts me inside the back of an ambulance.
The speed of this vehicle determines wether I will continue to have parents or not.
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Stitched
DiversosHillary Nicole Ross. Broken and battered after the accident. Both mentally and physically. Sometimes mental wounds are deeper than physical wounds. Physical wounds scar, but not even stitches can heal mental cuts. "Stitched" is a Shawn Mendes fanfic...
