Gone Forever

It was a normal uneventful Tuesday evening and I was sat upstairs in my bedroom, finishing the last of my homework before my parents came back from work. Before I start though, I must introduce myself.

My name is Sophia Banks and I am 16 year old. I live in California and I go to Appleforth High. I am neither one the really popular kids, but I am not one of the nerdy kids. I have quite a lot of friends, although my best friend by far is Katy. I love to sing and I am even part of a band! My parents love me and I love them. I also have a small (OK maybe not that small!) obsession with one direction! My room is plastered with posters and I listen to their music literally 24 hours a day!

As you can tell I have a pretty great life. That was until that normal, uneventful Tuesday turned into the most horrific day of my life...

I was sat at my desk doing my maths homework, waiting for my parents to get home. Lightly hitting my head against my desk in frustration at the maths problem I was stuck on, I suddenly heard a loud screech coming from outside, which sounded a like a cars brakes.

Peering out of my window and onto the road I was horrified to see that my parents car had collided head first with a familiar looking white van.

Pulling on my white converse I yanked the door open and sprinted towards the mangled mess of metal and glass which used to be my parents car.

I was too worried to even cry at all and just focused on getting my parents out. Fortunately my IPhone was in my pocket so I phoned for an ambulance, which was pretty hard as my hands were shaking so much.

After that I leant on my hands and knees, not caring about the broken glass that was digging sharply into my skin, and peered into the car.

My Dad, in the drivers seat, was covered in bruises and cuts and he had a large, deep gash on his forehead. My Mum was the same but without the gash although a lot of blood was blotting her thin shirt on her shoulder.

I called and called my parents over and over again, but there was no response. All I could do was wait for the ambulance to arrive...

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard the sirens blare and I saw the blue flashing lights of the ambulance round the corner. They rapidly got my parents out the upturned car. They didn't even look as if they were breathing.

The paramedics said they were still alive although they had a very slim chance of surviving. I held onto this tiny piece of hope as I clambered into the back of the ambulance my Mum had been put into.

Before they shut the doors of the ambulance, I got a clear view of the man who had hit my parents. My heart almost stopped as I realised who it was.

Ben King. My ex-boyfriend.

He looked me straight in the eye and smirked smugly .

The ambulance crew then slammed the door shut and we whizzed off to the hospital. 

I was still in a confused state as we reached the hospital. They quickly rushed my Mum on her stretcher into the hospital. I followed my Dad on his stretcher just behind us. We eventually reached a door where I wasn't allowed any further and they took my parents in for emergency surgery.

I slumped in a chair in the bland white waiting room and twiddled my thumbs, nervously waiting for any news on my parents.

After about half an hour a nice looking nurse, with short blonde hair, with a solemn look on her face came in. She walked over to me and sat down next to me.

Putting her hand comfortingly on my shoulder, I knew it was bad news.

"I am very sorry, but we couldn't save them. We did everything we could but their injuries were too severe. You can come and see them now if you would like." She said in a soothing voice.

I nodded and silently followed her into another white room. At the moment I was in shock and too numb to cry. This time there were two beds next to each other, containing my parents. 

They had been cleaned up but they were both incredibly pale. They had there eyes shut and they looked so peaceful, lying next to each other. At least they were together, like they should be. This is the moment realisation struck me.

They were gone. Forever. I broke down, leaning against the wall, sliding my back down the wall, I let out loud, strangled sobs.

No more of Mum's cookies when I get home from school. No more of my Dad and I playing jokes on my Mum. They were gone. Gone forever...