I never knew. I never knew this could happen. I kept shaking my head in disbelief. This couldn't be happening.
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My Family was an ordinary family. My Mum, Melony, was a housewife, and a brilliant mother. My Dad, Jarred, Worked full-time in manegment, and had to travel fairly often. My older brother Carter was at university in Birmingham and my Little Sister Tillie was at Primary School in our little village. I, Marianna was at secondry school in the final year, and it was around June.
We were on our way to London to visit some family friends, Josh and Brittany. We where driving down the motorway with our music playing, like usual. Me and Carter where fighting over who chose the next song, Tillie was singing along and Mum was stressing out about the 'language' in the songs. Dad kept his eyes on the road and drove us into Cheshire. We had made some more stops round, it was half term and we pay visits to family members we haven't seem in a long time whenever we have a chance. We pulled into a pebble filled country road that twisted and turned through countless fields and trees. We drove past a massive fair and Tillie was admiring the rides when there was a sudden crash into the side of our car. We swirved suddenly spinning into a field straight into a tree. Whenever I look back i can see it in slow-motion. My mum screaming, Dad shouting, Tillie was so pale. My brother was hugging me and trying to grab Tillies hands. My mum immediately got out of the car and helped everyone out. My brother was covered head to toe in blood, he had hit his head on the chair infront of him. Tillie was crying her heart out, and her arm was swollen and bruised already, most likely broken. My dad was still in the car when a large branch fell from the already broken tree, smacking down on the car. It bent the roof and mum ran over, dragging a limp, almost lifeless body from the car.
My mum was on the phone to the ambulance as people from the fair ran over with water, blankets bandages and towels, trying their best to help. It had been a hit-and-run. The car was being driven by some drunk teenagers that had been at the fair, a nearby stall owner had taken the number-plate number to give to the police. Whatever they got, they deserved. Soon enough, two ambulances arrived, shortly leaving after taking my Dad and Brother. Two paramedics stayed behind and helped Tillie and told her that it was a serious break and not to do anything, just to keep still and relax. They handed her a blanket, a bottle of water and they tried to recover our belongings from the car.
That evening I went into the hospital to visit my dad, Carter and Tillie. The doctor came in and advised us to leave the room. The doctor came out giving a somewhat reasurring smile just as the door opened again revealing mum, her face coated in mascara that had run down her face with the tears. It was expected that Carter wouldnt make the night. They had given him a high dose of Anestetic and was about to take him down to theatre when we arrived. The doctor thought it may have been to late. Now i look back, all the hope, it wasn't even worth it. Carter passed away, during the operation. We didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. My Dad wasn't expected to make it either. He had difficulty talking, breathing, moving. He was incapable of doing anything. Seeing him there, wired up to all those machines. The image could never leave me. Everytime that image pops into my head, tears fall from my face. Even now. But telling Tillie, that was the hardest part. That her brother passed away? She was only 7, she barely understood what had happened. What Life Support was? I was uncertain of that, up until about 3 months before the accident.
Her little face lit up as he was brought down. The doctor was pale as he asked my mother to leave the room so he could talk to her. Carter hadnt moved and I took the hint. My mum broke down into tears as soon as she walked through the door. So did I, so did Tillie, She didnt even know what was going on. It's been a year since Carter passed, and 9 months since Dad did. He was on life support for 3 months. We said our goodbyes and stayed with him until we where asked to leave. My mum stayed overnight with him but Me and Tillie got picked up by Rosie, another family friend. She drove us home in silence, and when we arrive at her house she gently touched my hand and said 'i know its diffucult sweetie, its a great loss. but he loves you, and you love him. At least if he does leave us, he knows how much he means to you' I couldnt help but have warm tears fall down my face. My brother and Dad, gone? It was too hard to Imagine.
