Dont give up just yet

The Accident

I was sitting in the back seat when we hit the truck that would make my life a living hell.We were driving 68 km/h when we rounded the sharp curve where the driver of the sliver dodge ram was a sleep, what a dumb ass.
My father noticed the truck was on the wrong side of the road and swerved to the left were we went up and over the guard rail and took the 20 foot drop to the bottom.
Ron crawled out and then made himself run to get mom out of the car despite the pain he felt in his bleeding leg. He  took about 15 seconds and then he moved on to dad it was harder since the car was laying on his side
Ron paid no attention to me,who had called 911 and was fumbling with my shirt sleeve, finally after a couple minutes. I managed to tear up the white cloth and tie it around her bleeding arm.
I sat by her, unaware of what injures I had and how badly I needed to get out of here. "This is all your fault L!" Shouted Ron stomping over to where I was sitting. "How so!" I asked irritated.
"You could have been normal! But no, you have to have this stupid medicine! We wouldn't even be driving if it weren't for you and your problems!" He answered.
With that said Ron'a eyes rolled into the back of his head and before I could catch Him he was already lying on the ground. "Ron?" I questioned before turning over to my mom...who was no longer on the rock but was now laying on my father .....
.......They weren't breathing.....
I looked pick to Ron, who laid there, very still. Was he dead too? Coppery substance filled my mouth and I doubled over coughing it onto the grass. How didn't I notice, I felt my back. A warm red liquid replaced it.
Sirens blared and I fell in tears, tears that I held in way too long.