It was so long ago now, almost ten whole years since it happened. I can still remember that night crystal clear, I fear it will forever imprinted on my brain. I remember feeling so much pain and sadness but also confusion, it just didn't make sense to me.

It was Mum's birthday and as a special treat me and dad had decided to take her out for dinner. We had gone to this family restaurant, I don't remember much about dinner apart from the fact I had this bad feeling in me. I knew something bad was going to happen. I noticed that dad was drinking a fair bit, yet he still drove us home that night.

I was in the back seat with Dad in front of me. For some reason or another when he put the key in the ignition the car didn't start. He tried a few times until finally the car started. I wonder now that if that was some kind of sign, even maybe a warning. But whatever it was we just ignored it.

The first part of that journey went smoothly; we had manoeuvred out of the parking lot and were now on the motorway speeding home. For some reason instead of turning left Dad turned right. Maybe this was a second sign. I don't know.

Him turning left added an extra ten minutes to our journey, as we neared the roundabout there was a diversion, this was the third sign. We should of just turned back and gone the longer route following the diversion. But the road was busy and my father insisted that we just go a shorter route with much less traffic.

The road was oddly quiet for eight o'clock on a Friday night, just as we neared the junction it happened. A car came whizzing through the junction at a speed of almost 85 mph. The car zooming down the road and straight into us…

There was a loud sound as both cars connected. Smoke billowed into the night. Flames raged. And then I lost consciousness.

I woke up in a state of fear and looked around the room. Dad was sitting next to me on one of those plastic fold up chairs. 'Where am I?' I asked.

'You're in hospital, honey.'

'But why Daddy? Why?'

'We were in a car crash honey.'

'Daddy where's Mummy?' As those words left my lips I knew what the answer was going to be. Mum was on the side that the car had hit; her survival chance was near zero. Even at six I knew that.

'Mummy isn't with us anymore honey.'

'Where is she?' I asked in a vain hope that I wasn't right.

'She's in a better place, dear.' A single tear rolled down his cheek followed by another. He was crying. Dad never cried. Before I could stop myself I was crying too. I had hugged him so tightly then, both us knowing that we were the only ones left.

The nurse had wanted to keep me in hospital for longer but Dad had talked them out of it. After all I had just suffered a mild concussion. As we walked out of the hospital I held tightly onto his hand. I didn't ever want to let go.

I'm sorry if there are some terms in there you may not understand but they should be pretty easy to understand. Any way hope you enjoyed it! I think I'll do more oneshots in the future there fun to do.

See you next time!