Isa

Strong Feelings.

Fast forward two weeks!   ******THIS IS A EMOTIONAL CHAPTER *****

It's been two weeks since the fair and i have been hanging in our room laying on my bed being lazy. Me and Erick have grown apart from each other a little, with me Ignoring him and him ignoring me.

When i am in our room he is out in the living room, our bed has been empty with him sleeping on the couch and me sleeping on the bed alone. I look sadly around our room missing the feel of his warmth and the feel of his hands on my hips as he kisses me softly. I miss the sounds of our breathes as we look at each other as if we want to stay in the moment for forever. I miss his look he gives me when he thinks i am not looking.

I can't help but think i am meant to be alone for forever as if all the people in my life seems to leave me. I blink back the tears as i think of what every night has been like since he's been sleeping on the couch. The memory of the car accident shoots through my mind for the hundredth time that day, as it plays on replay.

"Daddy!" I scream as he swerved to avoid wrapping our car around the tree that sits on the side of the road. We had forward before rolling.

The street lights blinds us, the sound of crushing metal as we get turned over and over in the car.

Suddenly a pain hits my side. It's a large piece of lose metal from the jagged looking car settling itself deep into my hip. "Mom! Dad!" I yell through the haziness as I feel a dark liquid run down my hip and making a pool on the roof under me as I am turned over.

Sometime later that night i hear cops as I keep screaming over and over, my cries getting more weak with the more blood I lose.

"Check for survivors if there are any drag them out. If not the. Drag them out!" I hear a distant shouting say. Suddenly I feel the door opens to reveal an upside down guy. I desperately look up at him as I hang upside down still attached to the loose piece of metal from the jagged edges in the car.

My eyes finally give out on me as I slip out of consciousness. I feel the movements and the pain but I am not awake. Everything is black and there's nothing but pain and darkness.

Later that week the doctors come to check on me to see if I feel better. "Hi honey, how are you doing?" I ignore her question as I think about the words the doctors said the other day. My parents died on sight I was just barely alive when they pulled me out of the wreck.

"If you don't answer out questions you can't leave sweetie" the doctor says gently as she check my purse and heart rate. "I'm fine." I state in a mono tone voice. The doctor continues to silently check me and my long ass cut down my side before finally letting me go.

My heart beats fast as the memory keeps playing in my head. It's like i can't breath. My hands move into my hair as i curl into a ball and bite my lip trying not to cry out in anguish. I can still remember the pain of metal jabbed into my hip my hand instantly moves to the scar that is covered up by my tattoo.

Tears gather in my eyes as i close them tightly. I can still feel the anguish that fills me from seeing my parents dead... The parents that drove at night just to come get me from a party. The parents that cradled me when i was little. The parents that raised me to be a loving girl. The parents that applauded me when i won the first grade spelling bee, Or when i won the most Hottest girl in my senior year of high school. 

My parents were the great. My mom with her heart shaped face and her caramel color hair and he loving blue eyes. My dad with his dark brown hair and his sharp angular features that my brother got in his genes. Or the way my mom held me when i cried. Or the way my dad held me close to him and told me my mom and him would never leave me.