-Prologue-
It was such a great dinner at my aunt’s house; note the sarcasm. It seemed as though everyone at the table were occupied with some type of conversation. Whether it was Leena and Michael talking about some crazy party they were planning to attend, or Mom and Aunt Jane talking about some new spa that opened up. Or even when Dad and Uncle Mark argued about which football team was going to win this Sunday, I was always the odd one out.
Even now, while we're in the car, I'm unintentionally excluded from all conversation. I loved my family, I really did. I know they love me too, but I never did really fit in. Seeing as how Mom and Dad are always lovey-dovey when he's not at work, Leena and Micheal are always partners in crime going to parties and having their high school friends over. So dinner time always went the same way; everyone in conversation except me.
I always had the least connection with my dad. Something about him always seemed evil, like you don't want to be on his 'bad list'. I don't know, I guess something about him just screamed 'dangerous'. Maybe I was just imagining things, but it seemed that way to me.
I was always fairly popular in school, but I only had one best friend. Her name's Ashlyn Parks, I met her at a school dance when the school bitch decided it would be funny to pour a drink on Ashlyns head. Yeah.. NOT a good idea. I was never a violent person, but she was so innocent and she didn't deserve it. I couldn't help but give the school bitch a piece of my mind. She moved to California a week ago though. So this past week, even being the last week of summer, I'd been really lonely.
I thought back to how there seemed to be tension between Aunt Jane and Uncle Mike. Maybe there was trouble in paradise? Maybe Aunt Jane seemed to notice how Uncle Mike was always at my house for dinner instead of at home with her? I never really noticed how-
I never got to finish my internal debate. I was cut off by the sounds of tires screeching and car horns blaring. I never really believed when people said 'I seen my life flash before my eyes'. I always thought they were over exaggerating. Turns out I was wrong, I literally seen my life flash before my eyes.
I very well remember all 13 years flashing before my eyes. Every vivid memory skidded in my mind quicker than you could say 'Bob's your uncle'. I should have seen it, really, seeing as though it was coming straight towards my mom’s side and the corner of the car. I mean, I couldn't have stopped it. But I could have at least let out a scream or braced myself.
But it almost seemed like someone did it on purpose. It all happened too fast and on point. One minute I'm rambling on about the reasons of the tension between my Aunt and Uncle, the next the cars' being flipped, jerked, and spinned. Blood curdling screams floated through my ears. Then with one last, painfully slow flip, the car was silent as can be. Not a scream was present. Not even a whimper. I turned to my left, and instantly I wish I hadn't. There lay my sister and brother, dead. I knew they had to be because of the amount of blood and gashes on their head. I didn't dare look to see the outcome of my parents fate. I already had my answer from the silence that greeted me.
I was well aware of the ambulance sirens blasting not too far away. I also heard the concerned old lady frantically telling me to hold on, and that the ambulance would be here shortly. I was defiantly aware of the pain shooting up my right leg. It felt as if someone was taking a knife and stabbing it over and over again, not stopping. But I didn't care. I didn't care about anything other than the fact that my family's dead.
I wanted to be dead. Why couldn't I just die along with my family. It would be better than to have to live with the fact that my whole family is DEAD. I'm only 13, what did I possibly do to deserve this. I know I'm not perfect, but this- this was horrible, unbearable even. I felt a very sharp twinge in my heart as I slowly began to lose consciousness
