The rain was falling quietly and rhythmically, creating a gloomy atmosphere. Rosie was sitting in the back seat of the car, with her dad in front, wondering what they were going to do today.

"So, Rosie, do you want to go to that new exhibit at the museum?" her dad asked. Or maybe rumbled is a better word. He had dark brown curly hair and warm dark brown eyes. His broad shoulders looked like they were vibrating when he talked.

"Sure dad! I'd love to!" Rosie and her dad did not have many common traits accept the dark hair and light skin. One of the differences was her eyes. They were purple. A deep mystical purple that looked like those of a witch. Another difference was that she was eleven and only 90 pounds. Her delicate features showing more of her loving mother than her loud father.

She started to sing 'My Favorite Things,' with her clear voice and her dad laughed. It was as warm as his eyes. It bellowed around the car making Rosie laugh just making her dad laugh even harder. He loved it when she laughed.

If he hadn't laughed, he probably would not of had the accident. His eyes were closed with mirth. What came next was entirely unexpected. He ran right through the stop light. A car that was legally crossing the four way intersection hit their car, sending it skidding, turning, ramming into another car flipping it on it's side. His side. Every hit was on his side.

The whole time Rosie screamed. Not for herself. For him. Scarlet was running down his neck staining his shirt.

With the sound of sirens and the blinking lights Rosie watched as the light faded out of her father's joyous eyes.

"DADDY!" she screamed before she was pulled out of the car.

She couldn't believe it. He was dead. No. he can't be! No. no. no. no… tears started to fall and she started to realize that her throat was burning. She hadn't realized that she was still screaming for her father.

"No! No! No! NO! Dad! Wake up! No! Don't die! You can't be dead! WAKE UP!" she was screaming and kicking and biting and just simply trying to get to her dad.

Suddenly a small pain, so small she didn't even notice un till it took affect, was stabbed in her arm. Slowly she stopped screaming and kicking and biting and just simply hung there limp as a rag.

"dad…" was the last thing she said before she passed out.