New Reality

Prologue

"Dad! Can I get a puppy from the shelter?" I asked, hoping that my father would say "Yes" or at least "Maybe". I have been a good boy so it was ok to ask.

I looked in the rear-view mirror to see my father looking at me through it. I could see, in his eyes, that he was having a debate with himself whether or not he should say yes.

"Pretty please!!" I almost practically screamed.

"Ahhh!! Geeze, Zeno!! Don't do that again! Your mom and I will talk about it later." he said, while covering his ear and looking over at my mom with a smile. "Isn't that right, Zoe?"

With a chuckle, my mother replied, " We sure will, Mikey."

Hearing all this made me get excited so i started to bounce uncontrollably.

After a while of silence, I was starting to doze off but snapped out of it when I heard my mom scream and felt the car yank to the side. Before I knew it, we were off te road and going down a steep slope that lead into the trees.

Make it stop!! Make it stop!! Daddy! Mommy!  I chanted over and over again in my head, eyes shut tightly.  My wish soon came true and silence invaded my hearing except for the sound of the engine.

I reached over for my mother and shook what seemed to be her arm. "M-mommy.... Are you ok..?" I asked quietly but in the silence, it sounded like it was screamed in the silence.

No response.

Mom must have been in complete shock to the point where she couldn't talk. Thats what I was told what happens in situations like these. So I grabbed my father's shoulder and shook. "Dad...? Are you ok..?" I whispered once again.

No response.

Dad would have talked to me to tell me everything was ok. Now I'm starting to freak out. Both of my parents wont speak and and don't even know where we are.

Slowly, I opened my eyes that were still shut and saw a faint glow from the lights inside of the car yet in this darkness, it helped you see everything.

And I didn't want to see everything.

Somehow I landed up on the floor behind my mother's seat. Looking up, I could see something wooden sticking out of the chair's head. I got up onto the seat and sat in the middle seat, staring blanking at the scene in front of me.

My mother was stitting in her seat, straight up with a broken tree branch entering through her neck and exiting through the car seat's head, blood pooling out and staining her yellow floral dress. Her face, frozen in horror and one hand gripping tightly to the handle while the other squeezed for dear life on her arm rest.
My father had a different broken branch through his chest, exiting right where my head would have been if I hadn't fall to the floor. His face was twisted in pain and agony as if he suffered for a long time. I looked over to where the end of the branch was and saw what looked to be a lung, blood dripping off and pooling onto the seat below it.

I turned back to the front of where I was and stared ahead. The clock read "7:01p.m." so apparently I passed out for thirty minutes. That was probably why my father had that twisted look on his face and both of my parents where colder to the touch. It was a little nippy though.

After letting it all sink in, realization kicked me hard and I threw up all over the floor where my feet were. Tears quickly fled my eyes and before I knew it, I was crying out as loud as I could, saying things like "Come back, dont die!" and "Someone please help!"

I reached into my mother's bag and grabbed her phone, quickly dialing 911. I was glad we were close to the road since you could still hear a couple cars every now and then.