Sorry it took so long guys, family schtuff…aw well.
Oh, one more thing before the chapter starts…I would seriously seriously appreciate a beta reader, so if anyone's interested let me know!
I felt like I was being crushed, whether it was from the painful weight of my memories, or the twisted cage of metal that could hardly be recognized as a car piled on top of me, I wasn't sure. Muffled voices could be heard nearby, and though I was anxious to know who it was, I couldn't concentrate. I was fighting back the urge to scream, to cry out in pain and anguish, something kept me from getting farther than gritting my teeth.
You're family can't scream or feel…why should you? They were dark thoughts I know, but I could feel the life leaving my body with ever shakily drawn breath, and it was all I could do to keep myself from exploding into a million pieces and scattering all over the highway.
My shoulder pounded roughly and painfully. I thought fleetingly that I should be squeezing Elaine's hand, then realized with horror that I was. It was stone cold. Images of her comforting smile and sweet voice passed through my mind, but were overshadowed by red splashes of blood, and cold blue hands.
Oh God no, she can't be dead. Not anyone else please! It's not my fault stop punishing me! I can't control him! It's not my fault, I was only trying to help, he's my brother…please stop! I could feel guilty tears pooling in my eyes at that point, but they couldn't fall no matter how hard I tried to make them. The road was blocking their way. For the first time, I realized that my face and upper body were pressed up against the highway, the street, the place where cars drove.
That was the first time in my life I think I've ever been mortally terrified of anything. Even watching my family being shot and running for my life with my two lifeless siblings in my arms paled in comparison to the fear I was feeling just then. I was literally having the life squeezed out of me by a kind couple's car, bleeding from a gunshot wound.
My parents were dead. My beloved brothers Andrew and Tommy, and little sister Nora were dead, and though I wanted nothing more than to see them again, I didn't want to die. I really didn't want to die; so I fought. I fought with everything my broken body could handle, and just when I thought it was futile, that I was using up needed energy for nothing, the weight was lifted. The car, or what remained of it, was being lifted off of me by some unseen force.
I could hear terrified shouts coming from a man beside me as he pressed two fingers to my neck.
"Honey can you hear me?" My eyes fluttered open painfully, and I glanced towards him. I didn't have to see the look in his eye to know that my condition was bad. I didn't have to see my own reflection in his glasses to know that I was dying.
I opened my mouth to answer him, but was unable to speak, my throat seemed to be balled up, and tightened past recognition, but it wasn't injury stopping me.
You're family can't talk. You're family's already dead, and it's your fault. You killed them.
With one last difficult inhale, my body shuddered, and I was left in the care of strangers once again. My only hope was that I had paid my debt to God, and they wouldn't have to die as well.
Sorry it was so short kids, but like I said, family schtuff. Chapter five will come MUCH faster I promise, and since I'm pretty much done with it already, it wont be much longer...R&R please, they make me smile.