~I don't own South Park, only my characters. Enjoy~

I looked out the window at the setting sun, it turned the sky beautiful shades of purple and orange. My brother, James, was driving his girlfriend, my dad, and I, back from a barbeque. I looked down at the IPod in my hands, switching the song to Demons, by Imagine Dragons. I looked up only long enough to see a car collide with ours. The impact caused both cars to flip multiple times and then settle, upside down.

I looked around the car, my eyesight fuzzy, I wish I hadn't looked, I wish I hadn't seen what my family looked like. Tears cascaded down my face, and I struggled to get my seatbelt unlatched, when it finally came undone I made my way out of the thrashed car through the broken passenger window. I struggled up onto my feet and limped away from the car as far as I could, but before I got far I noticed movement in the other car, I hobbled over to the other car to see a girl, about my age, struggling to get out. "Take my hand!" I said, sticking it out to her, she took it and I pulled her out, and helped her up. We walked for a bit until we finally were too weak to walk any further. The girl broke down into loud sobs as soon as we sat on the road, I looked at her, she had long, light brown hair, and green eyes that were red and puffy from crying.

After what felt like hours a car came by, the couple who found us were beyond shocked that we had lived through the accident. The man's wife was an EMT and said that us surviving an accident like that was one in a million. She said we were lucky, but we didn't feel lucky, not in the slightest bit. They took us to an E.R and had us checked out, my left wrist was broken. The girl who was in the other car, I found out her name was Kara; her right arm was broken in two places. Other than that the doctors told us we were fine. Kara and I had formed a bond, despite the circumstance of how we met. I found out she was the same age as me, seventeen. We had months of counseling and therapy to get somewhat normal again. When my fathers will was read, It was stated that I would come under the care of my brother, who was now also deceased, but, my father, having been the brilliant man he was, stated in his will that if said brother was also deceased that I would be emancipated. So that was how that worked for me, and, oddly enough, Kara's parents had worked out their wills the same way. So together we'd decided to move to Colorado, we no longer needed to stay in Nevada, as the memories of what happened there would always haunt us. By the time we had officially moved it was the end of summer, needless to say our summer sucked.