The car screeched to a halt.
"Clary baby?" My mother had called as a sat in the back seat, "Are you okay hunny?"
"I'm fine mum."
Panic seemed to stream across her face, but I wasn't affected by it. My ignorance to the world was intolerable as an eight year old.
I looked at my surroundings to see that we were on a bridge, and it was crumbling in front of us.
My mother sobbed in the front seat and my father fast asleep in the shotgun seat.
The bridge collapsed completely within the next mere seconds. I remember the water filling my lungs as I struggled in the backseat. After that, I had awoken in a hospital without a scratch and my father sitting at my bedside. As I opened my eyes, the next words my father said would haunt my life forever.
"You killed her. Damn you Clarissa."