No one expected it. So no one prepared for it. And since no one prepared for it, the impact took its toll on everyone. But it hit Zoë harder than the rest. This is how she got her nickname...well part of it at least. You see, it all started a couple of years ago...
*flashback seven years ago*
it was raining so hard..Zoë wasn't worried..in fact the rain was the last of her worries. She had just won a prize for one of her paintings. She didn't get first place, she was worried her paintings wouldn't be good enough next year and she'd have to find something else she would love to do for a living.
See, Zoë was somewhat on the border line of reality. She had a semi understanding of it. She knew that you can't always win. And she was ok with that...at times.
Her family never had a lot of money. Well, they didn't have money at all, they were poor. And she hated it. Not being able to invite friends over because she's scared they'll see just how little 'nice things' they had.
She absolutely loathed it. The one nice thing she had that she loved with all her heart was a somewhat mini house full of all her paintings and her supplies. It's not very far away but it is scary to go to at night.
She was so lost in thought she didn't realize her mother snapping her fingers in front of her face asking her jokingly "anyone home"? She was so lost in thought she didn't realize her father looking at her and then sighing reaching back to place a hand on her knee saying "don't beat yourself up you're still young it doesn't matter if you didn't get first place hun, there were people way older who didn't get first place. You won against teens in high school! Even if you didn't win against that, you still won against others. Be proud of that".
And when she did notice her fathers speech, she smiled. And that's when she noticed something else. Something that decided her fate. Something that was one of the reasons for her nickname.
She noticed a car heading straight in their direction, with no intentions of slowing down anytime soon.
"DAD, LOOK OUT"!!! She screeched.
But she didn't notice soon enough. By the time her dad saw and swerved the car had smashed into the side of their SUV full force. Hitting her moms side. She couldn't hear anything, the ringing in her ears was too loud, she couldn't feel anything but she knew she was crying and most likely screaming.
She knew the car was rolling down someplace..then she snapped out of it once the car had finally stopped. She still couldn't feel anything, but she saw there was blood on her. Some hers. Some not..She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out. She noticed the car was leaning against a tree, barely hanging on. She panicked and yelled at her dad, "Dad wake up"!
She didn't think much of the fact that she couldn't hear her own voice, her only priority being getting her dad to safety.
The first time wasn't very successful though. She yelled agin and again until he woke up. Then she began to ask him "hand me your phone I need to call for hel-"
She should have noticed he couldn't hear her clearly. She should have noticed him unbuckling his seatbelt. She should have noticed the car beginning to tip.
But she did notice metal scraping against rock and the snapping off the tree branches, all too late. She ran.
All. Too. Late.
By then the car went plummeting, taking her heart with it. She cried. There was one thing she realized, if she hadn't of opened her mouth her dad wouldn't have mistaken what she said, and she would still have a mother and a father.
