No... it could not be happening. This wasn't real. It was all a dream, and they would wake up soon.
Thirteen year old Jane Richardson repeatedly chanted those sentences over and over in her head. She stood by her twin brother, Jesse. Their eyes were red, puffy and tear laced as they stood outside, staring at the two coffins about to be buried under the dirt at the cemetery. Despite all the miracles the twins had prayed for, their beloved parents had still slipped away into death. For a time, there was hope in their hearts, that maybe, just maybe, their parents would recover, even after the life threatening accident they had endured. Oh how the Richardson twins remembered that fateful day. The crash. The feeling of tumbling this way and that as the car had turned on its hood was a complete and utter nightmare. They had been hit by a drunk driver after their parents had picked them up from school and were on their way home. The twins, both being in the back seat, had survived. The parents, however, were not so lucky. Their bodies were crushed from the car collapsing in on itself. The damage was done. It was hopeless to everyone, except for Jesse and Jane. They, for a time, believed with all of their hearts that their parents would survive. It was the most devastating feeling they had ever endured when they received the news about their parents' deaths. Now the funeral they were currently at was coming to an end. This was the true goodbye. But oh how it hurt.
Would they ever truly have a life again...?