It's a Sunday afternoon. Your dad is driving, your mom is laughing, and you're singing along to cheesy songs on the radio. Your seatbelt is unbuckled. It's all good fun.
Suddenly, a huge van comes out of nowhere. Your dad veers left, to avoid it – and crashes straight into a barbed wire fence. You hear a loud, jarring sound, and feel yourself being jostled around. You can smell burnt chemicals as the airbags release. And as soon as it happened, it was over.
The silence that followed was as deafening as the noise during the crash. Your head fills with questions – Will I make it through alive? Am I bleeding? Why now, why us?
As your surge of adrenaline starts to fade away, you are dimly aware of a throbbing in your head. A throbbing that seems to grow with every passing second. You can hear people shouting, sirens blaring. You can't figure out what they're saying. You feel something warm and wet on your forehead. Blood.
You should be thinking of your parents, praying that they're okay. But you're not. All you can think about is the cruelty of life. What did I do to deserve this?
The ambulance arrives, shortly. As they carry you out of the car, the only thing you can do is stare at the wreckage. You realize that your parents aren't there. You don't know what to do with that information.
All you see is shattered glass.
And you can't look away.
Inspired by the song Car Crash, by Three Days Grace.
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Randomi like writing, and like to think that i'm kind of good at it. following is a set of short stories/poems i've written with literally no ideas in mind (a.k.a. word vomit). enjoy, i guess? //warning: swears.//
