The following is purely fictional and in no way based on real events.
May 9, 2021
It was Mothers Day, we were at my grandma's house till about 11:30pm when we pulled out of their driveway. That night will forever haunt me in my nightmares. The moon was full and lit up the sky that night. I was sitting behind my mom who was in the passenger seat, and my dad was driving, my sister was sleeping next to me and behind me in the third row of seats my brother was sitting in his own world. It was different this time because I usually sat all the way in the back but my brother wanted to this time. I had on my Mickey Mouse headphones that I got for Christmas, the song Heroes by David Bowie was playing. Then the moment that changed my life forever happened. I will always regret not having my seat belt on that night. We were on a two way road in Bridgewater, and I remember the truck coming towards us, it was flying, it was going 85 mph when the speed limit was 40mph. Everything was okay till the second the truck came into our lane, it was in front of us. My dad tried to get out of its way but it all happened too quickly. He was driving defensively but that truck was out of control.
The truck crashed into us, and then things got blurry. I was dizzy, something was dripping, it was getting in my eyes. My head smashed through the window I was leaning on. The window shattered glass was everywhere. I blacked out for a minute, when I opened my eyes, I remember I was struggling to see because my face was covered in blood, I didn't know where it was coming from, until I touched my forehead which I really wish I didn't. My forehead was split, it was bleeding out. I still was trying to get to my siblings and parents to see if they were okay. My sister was disoriented and when she looked at me she started screaming at my sight, I told her to stop screaming,
I asked her to pass me the sweater she was covered with, she gave it to me, then I wrapped my head with it to try to stop the bleeding.
I picked up my phone off the ground and called 9-1-1. I told them where we are, that a truck drove into us head on. My parents and brother were unconscious. And that my face was bleeding out. I stayed on the phone with the operator until the police and ambulances came. The sirens were everywhere, it was hard to keep my eyes open, there was so much blue and red flashing everywhere. The medics tried reviving our parents but they were both dead at the scene. I remember being taken away on a stretcher, they were trying to clean my face, I started screaming that I can't leave my siblings. One of the medics said that they are keeping my siblings away from my parents, that my brother was taken on a stretcher because his leg was snapped. The medic also said that they are taking my sister with my brother and checking her for signs of concussion. He said my sister was too confused to realize that mom and dad were unresponsive. It wasn’t really hitting me that they were actually gone. Then everything went dark.
The next time I opened my eyes I was lying in the hospital bed and I looked over and my sister was in the bed next to me. The room was dark and she was sleeping. Through the window I saw my grandparents in tears. The doctor came in and explained to me what was going on. He told me that the glass cut open my head, and I lost a lot of blood, and that they took out the remaining pieces of glass and stitched up what they had too. They also told me that I also fractured both my wrists. I asked about my sister and where my brother was. He told me that Gabby has a pretty bad concussion. My brother Simon was in another room close by, because they had to operate on his leg. Then I finally asked about my parents, hoping that what I remembered wasn’t real and just a nightmare. The doctor let my grandparents in the room to break the news that they both died at the scene. I tried to hold it together holding back my feelings but I just couldn't. They were gone, one minute they were there and then they're gone. I’m not even done with sophomore year of high school and they are gone.
I was furious, the scene kept on repeating over and over in my head. I wanted to know everything about the man who killed my parents. I told the doctor I wanted to talk to the first responders that were there and I wanted to see the report on the other driver and the accident. It turned out that the driver just turned 18 and he was driving under the influence, according to his alibis he was with his friends and he got drunk and stole his father's truck and drove off. He was so drunk he was aware that he was driving, he ended up swerving into the opposite going lanes. There was nothing my father could have done differently, the outcome would have been the same or worse. It was an accident waiting to happen, and we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.