The marching band

So long and goodnight

Kyras pov

I was listening to welcome to the black parade for the 162738290th time this day, i wasnt watching the road i was in the back seat of a mini, my mum and dad were in the front singing american pie along to the radio
Turning my music up i closed my eyes and started to concentrate on the lyrics
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
The car lurched forward, screams echoing, we were flipped over and were rolling dramatically over the road. We had hit a lorry. My music stopped as the earbuds were ripped from me with the force. I screamed in agony as the seat was dampened with blood, my head. My legs. My arms.
Eventually the car stopped moving and the screams stopped, i wept as both my mother and my father had their lives drained from them as the crimson wine leaked from their wounds
A large shard of glass had impaled my mum, going in one side of her stomach and penetrating her completely, she had poppy bruises on her head and her knuckles were bleeding.
My dad however had his neck snapped from the force, glass and metal had pierced his skin in many places and now blood oozed from him like he was a colander.
My bitter tears got salt into my pores, i had managed to survive with only a sprained wrist. There was nothing i could have done. They were gone. Dead. Finito