It was a huge shock when I felt the car hit my side, shattering my legs and sending me flying across the hood. The person in the car, whose face I never got to see, jumped on the breaks. I rolled off of the car, my dazed mind registering that I hit the ground again, pain coursing through my body. The car stood still for a few seconds, before I heard the engine start to run again and the car started to move forward. The last thing I saw was the front right side wheel coming closer before it ran me over.
There was a bright, white light before everything started to become clear. The room around me was a sterile white. I then heard crying, and it took me a few moments before I realised it was me that was crying. I was cold.
I was picked up and brought across the room, where I felt water and a cloth cleaning my body. I opened my eyes as I was brought back, wrapped in the softest blanket ever, and laid into the arms of the most beautiful creature ever, a sweaty face smiling down at me.
She is gorgeous. I thought as I looked up at her. My mother. Another face entered my few, the brown hair and grey eyes different as the blonde hair and brown eyes of my mother. This must be my father. I thought, reaching my tiny, wrinkled hand out at him, closing around the big finger of my father.