Showering Skies

It was raining on the day of the incident, the day my mother was killed in a car crash. It was a normal day at school like any other, my dad went to work early in the morning, and my mother was taking me to school when a semi T-Boned our car. It hit the drivers side first, and caused the small Honda that my mother drove to flip about 12 times, knocking me out in the process. The authorities told me the semi was going around 80 MPH when it hit our car. How I lived was beyond me, but I wasn't unscathed from the incident either. I had a large claw like mark on the side of my left thigh, stretching from around the knee to my hip. Strange as that was the only thing to happen to me. When I regained consciousness, my mother’s body was nowhere to be found, and was presumed dead due to being unable to find her after a month. I spent a few weeks in the hospital. Doctors tried to make sure that claw mark wouldn't scar, but no matter what they did, it stayed. My father was devastated by the incident, as if a part of his soul was now missing, and I could do nothing to ease his pain, as I blamed myself for this accident. If I didn't ask her to take me to school that day, would it have been different? The Driver on the other hand, was completely fine, but charged with vehicular manslaughter, and was sent to jail. Scum. Serves him right, but the sentence he got, 10 years, would never be long enough to ease my sorrow and rage. 3 months after this incident, my father had to move to Rodans, a small town about 50 miles outside of NYC. This town would become my heaven, and my own little personal hell as well. It would change my life, for the better, and for the worse.