Never Coming Home

Imagine this: You are driving down the highway with your little 4 year old brother in the back seat right behind you, and you are following your parents van that hold your two other siblings. You are driving to the mall to do a little bit of After Xmas shopping. You are listening to your second favorite song, and half listening to your brothers almost-English-gibberish. Suddenly the cars in front of you are spinning and crashing into each other, your parents van topples over two other cars as if it where a ball rolling over a ramp, and it slams against the side of the highway rail. You screech to a stop as glass hits the front of your car. Your brother is breathing quickly as if he is about to cry. All you can do is sit and stare, not able to think straight, or believe what just happened before your eyes. As your brother starts to cry you quickly dart out of your car and run towards the wreck. Worry clouding your chain of thought. You run to your parents car, and only two people are in it. Your Dad has his eyes closed, his head resting on the steering wheel, his head with a huge bleeding crack. Behind him in the back seat is your 8 year old sister, laying on the seat unconscious. The back of the car is crumpled against the rail of the road, and there is a whole in the front windshield where your mother flew from her seat, and onto the car in front of her. You see her body twisted and bleeding. You look around the road looking for your other brother who was supposed to be in the seat behind your mother. You look back at the car and realize that the backseat window is totally broken and it is right at the edge of the rail, you run to it and look down, seeing your brother lying in the sagebrush below. You are in complete shock at what you have witnessed and your eyelids close as you faint onto the road, and hear the horrified, confused, and worried voices of the crowd forming around the crash, and the roar of an ambulance getting louder and louder. You wake up, who knows how much later. You are dazed and weak and lying in a chair next to your little sisters hospital bed, and your little brother sleeping in the chair next to you. You sit up abruptly, and you think about what happened. Your family’s bleeding bodies, the crunched up and twisted metal of the cars in the crash, and the fact that your car was only feet away from falling into the same fate. You remember what happened before that, you had a fight with your parents, and thats why you had insisted on taking separate. You told them that they where not letting you live the way you want to, and that they are trying to control you, and that you wish that you had never been born into the family, and you would rather have no family at all, then one that controls you. You think for a second. You got your wish, and now you only have your two younger siblings who are now going to be sent to a foster home or an orphanage, you will either have to join them, or go out on your own. You realize you are alone now, anyone who ever supported you is gone, they are never coming home, and you will never hear there voices again, besides in the nightmares that will remind you of your aloneness when you have finally where distracted from it. Having that ghost of regret lingering over your shoulder, to stab you in the back, every time someone mentions there family or parents.