My head ached, something wet and slightly sticky slid down the side of my face. Reaching up to touch it, I felt it smear. Bringing my hand level with my eyes, I noticed it was blood. My ears rung, my mouth tasted of iron and salt and there were flashes of pain like lightening radiating out of my shoulders.
In the distance I could hear sirens, but in the car there was silence. I couldn't hear anything beyond my own panting, the sharp intake of breath that I forced myself to take. I was too young to know what this meant, what any of this meant. I was too alone to have the comfort that it meant that they went quickly. Lifting my head through the pain, I saw my parents in the front seat. They kind of hung there limply as I tried to find a way to unbuckle myself. It was at that moment that I
