While two of the firemen worked on the car fire the others hurried to get us out. My uncle was the first to get out, then me. I knew I was injured but I wouldn’t let them touch me. There was no point in staying by his side, but I had to, he was my uncle, the one who had for the most part raised me. From age five to sixteen I lived down in Texas. My parents separated those years and my uncle decided I should be in a better environment. He wasn’t breathing, his chest wasn’t rising, there was one less life in this world. He had to have died instantly. I took is hand and sat down next to him on the ground. The firemen were still trying to get my parents and sister out of the car. A sharp pain shot up my arm. I brought my arm to my chest and held it close, hoping the pain would ease. A medic happened to be looking my way and rushed over to me.
“Please, let me take care of your injuries,” she knelt down next to me and looked at my arm. I winced every now and then. About seven minutes later she started to look at my uncle. I kept my eyes on him wishing he really wasn’t dead.
I heard a man clear his throat, I didn’t move. He walked around me so I could at least see his feet. “We got the other people out of the car. They are bringing them over here by you.” I nodded my head.
“Thank you,” I managed to get out through the tears. He walked away a few minutes later. I heard shuffling noises; it was probably the medics and firemen caring the rest of my family over. I saw them lay them down in front of me. My parents were getting their heads examined. My sister was screaming in agony. She saw me and looked at my uncle.
She started shaking her head and pushed the medics away and started crawling over to me. She broke down into tears, “he can’t be, he can’t.” I didn’t respond, but I saw two medics walking over to us and I instantly knew what they were going to do. There is no way we could stop them from taking him away. I felt his hand slip out of mine. Then my hand was empty again. I saw a medic sitting by my sister taking care of her injuries. She let out a shrilling scream when he relocated her shoulder. I saw her ring glimmer in the sunlight. Her wedding would have to be postponed, and it is my fault. My fault my uncle died. We could have stayed home.
Someone picked me up and put me in an ambulance and my sister in a different one. My parents only had minor injuries. My dad climbed in the back of the ambulance I was in and held my hand. I stared at the metal ceiling. I should have been the one to die, not my uncle. My dad pulled a few hairs away from my face. I ignored everything that was going on. In my head I was desperately wishing the ambulance would slow down, my head was spinning so fast. I didn’t even notice that we were at the hospital until the cold air of the emergency room hit my skin. I knew they were sticking needles in me but why did I care? They were obviously trying to keep me alive for some odd reason. I had totally forgotten that I was injured. For quite some time now I had been hearing the doctors and nurses yelling. They were rushing around me poking more and more needles in me. The noise started to fade and my eyes closed and I saw my life, my future life.
There were kids, three to be precise. They were running around a room. I heard a car pull up and they ran to the door. A figure walked into the house. I could tell he was looking at me. Somehow I knew there was a smile on his face as well and he said these three words, “I missed you.”
A new place appeared, trucks, bikes, and any kind of transportation there was surrounded me. Every time a vehicle passed me I would jump to the side and protect myself. I would hear people mocking me, laughing, and calling me names. I tried to keep myself from crying, but it got to me. I started to run. The laughing would get louder and louder.
Now I was in an open field. More like a prairie, than a field. I spun in circles, my happy place. I picked up a bunny and walked around with it. My bright blue eyes spotted a figure in the distance. I smiled thinking the figure was the same one from the first place. When I got to the figure, it turned around. My uncle, he smiled, and quietly whispered, “Live longer, and keep the will to live.” My world went black.
