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Chapter 2: The Happening...

"Yes, hello. We need an ambulance, here."

"SPO4 Magno Ramirez, yes. An accident happen this afternoon, Bulacan area, NLEX. I need some back-up. Thank you."

"Mister, I think they were already dead."

I woke up, laid upon the rocky side of the road. As I open my eyes, I saw the van turned upside down. A lot of people staring before us. I'm hearing a lot of whispers, maybe. I can't truly hear what they're saying out loud. Everything's a blur. I had my head so dizzy and can't clear things out. Then everything' turns black.

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I saw myself lying in a not so reliable bed. I looked around, and saw curtains hanging in each of my side, white in color. I saw flickering light above me, I can hear different voices, different footsteps walking here and out. 

I'm in the hospital, right now. 

And I don't know why.

A young lady walked in to me. She's dressed in white, and had her hair tied in a bun, supported by a white nurse cap. She walks gracefully on the direction of my dextrose. 

"Miss, may I know what happen? Why am I here?" I asked, fainting.

She never hesitate to answer me. "They brought you here almost two hours ago. You got your head filled with blood and bruises all over your body, but everything's okay now. You never had bigger injuries, at all."

After giving such information, she left me dumbfounded.

The nurse haven't left for how many minutes yet, when a bearded, not so old man came in. He's wearing ordinary clothes, drizzled by so many blood, which already dried. I haven't thought he's a policeman, not until he insisted.

"How are you feeling? The doctor said, you didn't get major injuries at all, are you okay?" he asked worriedly, marked with few lines of freckles on his forehead.

I didn't respond right away. I tried to develop my unconscious mind so I could ask him what had happened to me. But before I could even release the words I'm supposed to say, he finally open things up.

"The van you're riding two hours ago, lose its way and crampled on the floor of NLEX. It didn't able to stand on its position and turned upside down. A lot of broken glasses scattered around. The inspector says it's some kind of collission."

Short silence came in between. He pulled himself from giving too much information. Then, I started to realize, I haven't seen my parents and my brother yet. Two and a half hours had passed? So, I tried to fit myself with a very slow form of questioning. "Where are them? Where's my Dad? My Mom? And... and Josh?"

He didn't answer me. But he gave me a very steady look - a look of a man, hiding something. I was waiting for him to respond any second now, but I failed with my expectation. So I gave him a very much constructed question.

"Are they dead?"

Of course, I don't want to produce such stupid thought. But I wanted to know. Fingers-crossed, I wait for him to reply.

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Please say NO.

Please make a smirk, and say "Of course, they are not. They were just in the other side of the hospital, needing for more studies."

Please shake your head or so.

Just please, don't say I am right.

Please...

Please...

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"I'm sorry."

Not as to what I think will he say. Such a safe answer.

"Your Dad had already stopped breathing when we came. Your Mom, got it, 'Dead on arrival'. We've been able to bring your brother here, and have him examined. He got his both legs broken, and head totally shot on a big stone along the expressway. He doesn't able to make it, he died ten minutes apart on his arrival" he continued, with his head bent down, taking his look away from me.

The thing he told me hadn't sunk into my head. I had my heart, palpitating so fast, my eyes weary. He stayed on his position, and I just don't know what to say.

"You're the only one who survived, miss" There he goes, he said it. Finally, my mind woke up, froze by the words he laid out.

"No, they are not... dead. We still have a vacation to do. My grandparents are waiting for us. Please tell them, we have to go. Josh's for sure, he already wants to, he's such an early bird. Dad just stopped us from our fight earlier this morning. And... and Dad and Mom haven't finished the song yet, the one that is played on the radio. Have you heard of it? It was a nice song, it's their theme song. You should listen to it." I blurted out, making a funny face, hoping that it is somehow a joke. And it is not a good joke, I must say.

"I'm really sorry." he said, finally heading his head towards me. Looks like, he's not joking at all. He's too serious for making one, especially with the kind of joke I'm hoping was.

Tears finally falling down on me. I put my both hands to cover my face. I shook my head and put my look to him. "No, I'll do it. I will talk to them, where are they? Please, sir, I need to see my family."

I'm in out of control now. I'm desperate. I'm serious. This is not a time to play.

"They're in the morgue."