Dead

The reflections shown everywhere, crystals of lost loved ones flying around me in the old car. My dad's arms around my mother was all I could see from the back seat, where i sat beside my sister. I was sitting in the middle, in my car seat (I was six years old), while my sister sat on the far left side. In seconds, my parents and sister were covered in cuts. I was too, but mine were smaller, much smaller than theirs. Their bodies protected me from the worst, but if I had the chance, I would have gone back and risked my own life to save them. That was all I could remember up until when help arrived. I kept asking the paamedics if I could talk to my mom and dad, but with sorrowful faces, they kept telling me that they weren't there anymore and they had left. I didn't understand. Why would any parent leave their six-year-old daughter in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of strangers? They did however lt me speak to my sister. She was already being rolled into the ambulance when I screamed out her name. She told them to stop and when they said no, sh told them she didn't ant to leave her sister without any of her immediate family members giving their goodbyes to her. They stopped fo her at last. I looked at her with a confused expession and explained how our parents had left us with strangers and asked her where she was going to go from the scene. She told me that if she was still awake she would go to the hospital and if she fell asleep that she would see mom and dad again. This only made me more confused. She whispered to me that I was truly her best friend and stopped breathing. I wasn't crying though, because at the time, I didn't realize they were all dead.