I looked outside and watched the rain drops hit the concrete and listened to the heavy sound of drops hitting our roof. I turned my head back to the the room that my family were sitting in.
I stared the television momentarily not noticing the soft voice calling me.
"Aria" said a soft voice tapping on my shoulder
"Yes Daddy?" I asked tilting my head to the side
"Would you like to go get our Chinese food with Daddy?" My father asked smiling
"Yes!!" I said giggling
I ran upstairs to collect my rain coat and bolted down the stairs trying not to fall and found my parents arguing.
"Samantha! You never let her go to other places besides than that kindergarten ! How will she learn and make friends?!" My father yelled
"Mummy....Daddy" I said standing at the door way making myself noticed
"Come in darling" My mother said sugar coating her words.
I walked into the room with my yellow raincoat on and my new rain boots. My father grabbed the keys and his wallet and we walked out the door.
We hopped into the car trying to crank up the heat to compete with outsides winter weather. As dad drove he turned up the radio and sang along to 80s and 90s songs. As Daddy and I sang to old songs and laughed until we saw flood lights up a head shining everywhere.
"Shit" Daddy said as he turned down the music and squinted to see. Soon squinting turned into a scream as the car with the floor lights crashed right into the hood of Daddy's old Subaru.
Glass shattered, going in all directions. Where I was sitting was fine but where Daddy was sitting was all twisted. I heard yelling and screaming from outside the vehicle, and people quickly pulled me out of the car as it went up in flames and my squeal was caught in my throat as tears flooded down my cheeks. And became a mess of blood and tears. My ear was bleeding and so was multiple other places.
The kind man who managed to get me out took me to the hospital.
After the accident my mother was never the same, she wouldn't talk to me nor look at me. She was always somewhere else other than home. My little sister Eva was looked after, but not me. I was technically a mistake to her now.
A mistake at only 6 years old
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Miracle
Teen Fiction"What if I told you, you were never a mistake, but my miracle" he said smiling softly Aria Hastings is a mistake to her family. Once a loved and happy family, is now broken and mangled one. After her father died her mother didn't look nor talk to...
