Everything was great until the crash. I watched my dad get crushed to death by a car. Then my great supportive girlfriend runs out and comes to me to try and make me feel better. Then my mom comes out and let out a shreek... Dinner was almost done and all we could do was call the cops and go about our daily business.
My mother refused to talk I wanted to but I didn't want people to think of me as rude. My dad didn't deserve to die, or at least not that I know of... Me and my mom ate our dinner in silence people talked but not us we seemed as if we were going to leave... When me and Jane went outside we watched my dad get put in a bag and into an ambulance I couldn't help it but I choked on my own tears and we watched the rest of the car get picked up as well... Nothing could ever make that go away in my mind unless something worst happened.
Later we all were inside showering and getting ready for lights out. My mom was in the room next to mine and Janes and all we heard was her sobbing I think she thought we couldn't hear her... But we could.
