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(Prologue)
Flashback (1)
I checked the time on the clock next to me, 7:37 PM, my family should be home by now, I thought. I decided that I would give them a bit longer before I called them. Hopefully they wouldn't be too much longer.
I went back to setting the right food on each of my family members plates, tyring to remember what my mother had said. No veg for my little brother and only carrot for my younger sister. All veg for my older brother, my parents and myself. Right? I guessed so. I set all the food on the plates and then took the cooked steak off of the pan, and placed them on a plate and into the oven to keep them warm.
I looked around for something to do...I placed enough knives and forks on the table for each of us and started picking at my own dinner, while thinking about why the hell my family wasn't home yet. I knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I laughed at myself for thinking the worst.
I skipped to the door and opened it. "Took you all long enough..." I trailed off when I saw that it wasn't my parents and siblings at the front door.
"Skylar Frog?" It wasn't my family, but it was in fact two police. An older graying man with a slight beer belly and a clean shaven face, and a older woman with her brown hair pulled back away from her slender face.
I nodded stiffly. "Yes, what can I do you officer," I replied around the lump in my throat, as soon as I saw the two people sharing a look before turning back to me with grave faces.
"Miss Frog, there's been an accident," the man said.
"Perhaps, we should take this inside," the lady cut while looking over her shoulder the overcast sky. I nodded and held the door open wided for the officers to come inside. When they were in I gestured to the lounge chair which the woman happily sat in while the man just stood back and looked at a photo of my family and I saddly. I took a seat on the couch next to the lady and looked into her sad eyes.
"Skylar, there was an accident earlier," I looked at her badge and found that her name was Gloria and the man was Matt.
"With my family?" I asked quietly, fearing the answer deeply.
Gloria nodded. "It wasn't any of there faults, it had already been raining over by the shopping center they had gone to, the roads were slick and someone was right up behind them and the car in front was going to slow. On the round about the car in front braked and your father did his best to avoid the colision but the car in the other lane didn't see your family..." Gloria tried as best as she could to speak in a soothing voice, but it didn't help me.
I felt tear brimming my eyes, threatening to spill, I pressed my lips into a hard line not wanting to ask the question that was plaguing my mind, fearing the worst.
"Will they be alright?" I asked honestly not wanting to know the answer. I placed my shaking hands in my lap and looked into the ladies eyes.
"The impact was too much, they all passed instantly, except your younger sister, but she's in a coma, and she also has broken multiple bones. I have already spoken to the paramedics and they have said that she won't be coming out of her state anytime soon, a year at the least. When you're ready here is their number, the doctor would like to talk to you," Matt said coming across the room to pass me a note with the doctor's name and number on it.
I could feel my world breaking, crumbling around me. Finally I couldn't contain it anymore, a loud sob escaped my lips and large tears ran down my cheeks. I doubled over with heart breaking pain of losing my family, my Mum, my Dad, my brother's and nearly losing my little sister. My heart was hammering hard in my chest as I thought about it, it was breaking from the pieces of my life that were now missing and gone forever.
"...with your aunt and uncle and cousins...flight in three days...leaving...Santa Carla...send a car to get you...need anything...number...and stay safe...see you in a few days...Good night Miss Frog."
With that the police left my home and shut the door behind them. I looked at the three sheets of paper in my hands. There was one for the doctor's; there was one with another number on it saying Gloria Massen; another sheet had a time written on it and the date for when the car would be getting me; and the last was all the flight details for when I was going to live in a place called Santa Carla.