The long road home seemed to go on and on. The road continued to outretch in front of the vehicle endlessly. The light that shone though the branches of the tall green trees danced across the window in random patterns, every ones in a while, obnoxiously shining in your eyes. The surrounding was full of deep green trees forming a forest around the road. The only sound was the sound of the cars engine as it traveled down the path. It was peacefull and let off a serene feeling. Although the ride seemed like a nice one, it lacked every form of 'nice' for both passengers. The middle-aged woman behind the steering wheel had neat short brown hair that fit her complexion quite well. She wore a green v-neck t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Diamond stud earrings decorated each of her ears which partially showed from behind her hair cut. She had deep green eyes which where brought out by her shirt, and the lightning seemed to make them more noticeable. There wasn't much significance to her appearance. She just looked like any 'average mother' that you see on t.v. shows an such, bit one thing for sure made her different from tose 'average mothers' and taht was the dark bags under her eyes. Her facial expression was gloomy and sad, although she genuinely looked like one who smiled a lot. She would sniffle every once in a while, and occasionally glance back in the reaview mirror to look back at her son in the back seat, who was hunched over partially, his arms held tight around his chest, and his head pressed agianst the cold window. Thw boy leaked any normal appearance, anyone could blandly see that something was wrong with him. His messy brown hair went in every which way, and his pale, almost gray skin was brought out by luminescent lightning. His eyes were dark, unlike his mother's and he wore a white t-shirt and scrub pants that had been provided to him by the hospital. The clothes he had worn before where so shredded and blood stained, that they weren't 'wearable' any more. The right side of his face bared a few cuts along with his split eyebrow. His right arm was bandaged up all the way up to gis shoulder, which had been shredded when his right side had hit the shattered glass. His injuries appeared to be painfull, when he really couldn't feel a thing. He never could feel a thing. That was just one of the glories being him. One of the many challenges he had to face growing up, was growing up with the rare disease that caused him to be completely numb towards pain. Never before had he felt himself getting hurt. He could have lost an arm and felt nothing. That and another major disorder he had faced, was the one that deemed him many insulting nicknames in the short time he attended grade school, before he has moves to home schooling was his tourette syndrome, which caused him to tic and twitch every once in a while. The kids would tease him and call him ticci- toby and mock him with exaggerated twitching and laughing. It got so bad that he turned to home schooling. It was too hard for him to be in a common learning environment with seemingly every kid poking, or more like stabbing fun at him. Toby stared blankly out the window, his fave was emty of any depict- able emotion, and every few minutes his shoulder, arm, or foot would twitch. Every bump that the car tires hit, made him stomach turn. Toby Rogers was the boy's name. And the last time toby remembered riding a car, was when it crashed. Thats all he thought about. Unconscionsly replaying everything he had remembered before he blacked out, over and over again. Toby had been the lucky one, when his sister hadn't been so lucky. When the thought of his older sister came, he couldn't help but let his eyes begin to tear up. The horrible memories replayed in his mind. Her screaming that had been cut off when the front of the car was smashed in. It all went black for a moment before toby opened his eyes to see his sister's body, her forhead pierced with glass shards, her hips and legs where crushed under the force of the steering wheel, her torso pushed in from the late inflated air bag. This was the last thing ge gad seen of his dear old sister...
