The Crash

“Are we there yet?” I ask my mom as she drives down the highway. “Almost,” she says glancing at me. My mother was a nice petite lady forty two years old, with laugh lines, tan skin, and warm, loving green eyes. I looked very much like her. I was petite thirteen years old, had tan skin I got for her, and hazel eyes that sometimes were green or blue.   It was a nice warm sunny day in California. I go back to staring out the window and watching the trees and nature pass by. I turned up the music and softly started to sing along. We were at an intersection when we had a green light. We started across when a car came barreling down the road from my mom’s side. They crashed in to the car and the last thing I heard was my screaming for my mom. I woke up in an ambulance and saw they were loading my mom in. She had her eyes closed and she wasn’t moving. I started screaming “MOMMY! YOU CAN LEAVE ME!” over and over trying to get to her. The paramedics held me down and gave me a shot. I started to feel drowsy. My screaming got quieter till it was a whisper. The last thing I saw was the paramedics surrounding her, yelling things I couldn’t understand. I woke up at the hospital. I was in a bed and was dressed in one of those itchy gowns. I looked around the room. It had with walls with some pictures scattered about. After I was done surveying the room I just sat there and waited for someone to come. Sure enough about five minutes later a doctor came in to the room looking down at a clipboard. When he looked up he smiled at me. “Finally awake I see.” He said. “Where is my mother,” I demanded. The doctor suddenly looked uncomfortable and sad. “Where is she I,” I demanded again my voice rising slightly. “She, she didn’t make it,” he told me watching me closely. I just looked at him. My brain was working so fast trying to process what was going on. I didn’t respond when the doctor called me. My mother was gone. She hadn’t even lived. She never got grand kids, didn’t get to see any of her kids graduate, she wasn’t going to be here to help me through my first breakup, or even meet my first boy friend. I just sat there numb, staring at nothing. A while later my dad, sister, and brother came in. My dad was a big man a towering 6'4 and about 180 pounds or so, also very white. My sister looked more like him she was normal height for a ninth grader about 5'5, about 135 pounds. My brother looked like him too. He had white skin but got very tan during summer, normal height for a third grader about 4'8, and was about 110 pounds. They all looked like they were in pain. I just sat there with no emotion. My sister was the first to break the silence. “Hey sissy, how are you?”  She asked me still with that look of pain on her face. I didn’t answer, I just looked sat her, my eyes brimming with tears.