Shhhhh

I remember that day vividly from us walking out the house that morning getting in the car going on the highway the car hitting my door sending us into the tree, the smoke the flames the sirens, the bullet, the gun the man with the piercing green eyes, the black gloves, the boy in his back seat, the stomping of his feet as he walked the front door and the way she slumped over , the blood, the way he opened my door the way he knelt so he was at my level, the evil glint in his eye as he bent down to me , my last words and the way he knelt down to my level raised a finger to his lip before shushing me and his last words to me "Remember don't speak Anna.", as he left me at five years old bleeding ,constantly replaying his words, that dance in my head till this day.....

SHHHHHHH.....

"REMEMBER DON'T SPEAK ANNA"