Screeching tires, screaming, black ice, trees...blood. This is what was racing through my mind as I crawled out of the automobile and saw a small fire starting to form on the car that my family was trapped under. I quickly stood up and rushed to the drivers side door.

"DAD!" I screamed trying to unbuckle his seat belt that was trapping him while his head bled profusely. He was unconscious and dying. My mother looked me in the eyes from the passengers side and told me,

"Get you sister," whimpering as the air escaped her body out her mouth with a large amount of blood coming with it. Her gaze locked on me as if she was frozen. I raced to the other side of the car where my 13 year old sister Lexis was struggling with her seat belt and panicking. I reached to help her and I looked her in the eyes and lied,

"It's OK, everything is going to be okay, I promise." I yanked as hard as I could but the seatbelt chime wouldn't budge and Lexis whispered into my ear,

"I love you Skyler..." Then pushed me as hard as she could and I landed in a ditch right as the car exploded. I saw my family's bodies burn and I felt the heat radiate off the car in waves and I backed away and began to cry as the police drove up alarms sounding pulsing in my ear. Merely background noise to the thoughts going on in my head.

***Waking***

I woke up in a cold sweat, the dreams,that aren't dreams at all but nightmares actually, wouldn't let me sleep one full night since the accident. They have been etched into the subspaces in my mind like the carvings on a tree. I just couldn't get it off my mind lately. It's been two weeks and three weeks since the car accident and since then I have moved in with my grandfather. I freaked out when I found out that he was housing my Aunt Lucy and her two boys as well. I felt like I was imposing and I offered to stay somewhere else because he already had his hands full but he refused to let me go, insisting I stay with him. I couldn't exactly turn him down.

Life at grandpa's is good, there's not a lot of rules to follow so I go out a lot and no one says anything really. The boardwalk is amazing and a great distraction.

I didn't like to think about...you know...unless I really had to or I was forced to, like when I'm dreaming.

I walked to my closet and picked out my outfit for tonight. Michael, Sam, and I were all going to the boardwalk as a group together. I settled on my black combat boots, some jean cut-off shorts, and a black tank top with my black leather biker jacket. I got dressed and turned to the mirror to examine myself. My dark brunette hair lay flat and wavy down my back and stop about half way down. My body is average, petite yet curvy, proportional breasts and butt, and I am about 5'5 or 5'6. My face is nice but I really like my eyes, they are grayish blue with long eye lashes, my nose small and upturned slightly but not too much, and full lips. I look closer to the mirror and I am displeased when I see right at my hairline a zit beginning to form. I don't usually get acne but when I do it's not that bad, but really annoying.

I go to my make-up bag and pull out some cover up and dab it on blending it nicely. I put on some eyeliner lightly and some mascara as well and I'm satisfied.I meet Michael and Sam downstairs and we are soon off to the boardwalk.