Blaine is eight and he is in the car with his mom driving back to Westerville after visiting some of her friends in Marysville, when traffic on the highway slows and Blaine can see lots of flashing blue and red lights in the distance.
As they move closer to the accident site, Blaine sits up straighter to get a better look.
There are two cars.
One is a pickup truck, the metal of the front and hood crushed from the impact of hitting the second car, a small sedan sandwiched between the pick-up and the concrete meridian.
A man in overalls and heavy work boots is talking to a police officer and more policemen and paramedics are scattered around the scene, two of them are standing over a black body bag, which is being zipped closed.
As they pass the ambulances, Blaine sees someone sitting in the back of one being attended to by yet another paramedic.
He's a boy, probably Blaine's age and he doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings. His eyes are unfocused and red. Tears are drying on his cheeks.
Blaine feels his heart break as they pass the scene. He can't get the memory of the boy's face out of his mind for the rest of the ride home.
A/N Short but sweet (at least I think so) let me know what you think!
