The Sunset // C.H.

+ Prologue +

"Dad, can you please play the Kidz Bop cd?" my six year old self asked my father, who was driving concentrated. "Wait a minute Anne, I have to take this turn first." He said. "But dad, I don't like Kidz Bop." My older brother Calvin nagged. "Me neither, but you can't blame her she's only six years old. Kids her age don't really have that good of a music taste as we do." He explained to my brother while smirking at me through the rearviewmirror. I looked at him, astonished by his comment. "Dad that's mean." I whined. "In a couple of years, you'll understand sweetheart." he said. "No, I will never ever stop loving Kidz Bop." I sobbed. "Yeah, but a dumbass like you will." Calvin laughed at me. "Daaad, Calvin is being mean again." I cried. " The only thing you do is crying, how can I not laugh at you?" Calvin said still laughing. My father turned around at looked at us irritated. "Can you two just stop and..." He started. "DADDY!!!" Calvin and I scream in shock. He turned around but it was too late. We drove right into crash barrier and the car turns over it and falls down the hill untill it was all the way down and gravity brought us to a standstill.

My whole body was shaking in angst and I was afraid to open my eyes. "Anne, Anne can you hear me." Calvin asked me with anxiety in his voice. "Calvin, help me!" I cried. He opened our seatbelts and took my hand while he smashed the window. "Quickly Anne, I already smell gasoline, within now and a couple minutes this car will be in flames." He said. He climbed out of the window and helped me out too. He lifted me up and ran away from the car as fast as he could. I looked up and saw his face covered with blood and tears. "But daddy is still in the car." I screamed while tears ran down my eyes. "I'm sorry Anne, I love you." He said looking down at me, I could see the pain in his eyes. He lifted me up even more and threw me a couple feet away from him, taking care of the fact that I was far enough away from the car. Seconds after that, the car exploded and I lost my consiousness.

I look up from my paper. "That was 10 years ago, I lost my dad in the explosion. My brother got hit by pieces of the car, he's paralyzed from his neck down and can't do anything else than stare in front of himself. If the piece that went alongside his brains was two inches closer to his brains, he could've died. That day was the most dreadful day of my life and it was also the day that I started to see life as a fight you can only win with death." I told the people who're supposed to help me get rid of my depression. . .

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Hellloooo errrbody

Daphne here. This right here is the prologue, I wrote it. And Anne will probably be writing chapter one.

I hope you enjoy the prologue and I'm really excited for you guys to read the rest of the story.

Bye Ily all

( ps i don't know why the letters of the authors note are so small, sorry :)