The Dead Player
Chapter Two ,The White Truck
Abby, Michael, and their mother were half way to Michael's middle school, going at about forty miles por hour on a two-lane road inside their red Chevy Cobalt.
"Don't forget, Dad is going on that business trip tomorrow. You two need to say good-bye and I love you to him, before he leaves." said their mother still keeping her eyes on the road. Abby and Michael did not hear her, Abby was listening to her load music and Michael was playing a game on his new phone. They were about to cross a four-way crossing, but their mother did not know that there was an intoxicated driver ,in a white Ford truck ,speeding towards them.
The light was green so she went on,she was about to repeat herself, but then the idiot that was too drunk to see the red light, went straight on,and wound up hitting their smaller red car at sixty miles por hour. The red car went rolling hitting about six more cars in the proses. The red car finally stopped about twenty yards away from were they were when the truck hit them, after what seemed like an eternity.
The whole world was like it was in a fog, Abby couldn't her anything. She felt extreme pain in the middle of her stomach, neck and back, she also felt something warm and wet on her. She slowly regained her senses, realising that she was upside-down and the weird, warm, wet stuff was her own blood, dripping out of her.
She looked towards her left to see her mother unconscious and blood was also dripping down her face. She then looked back, but could not see her little brother, the car door was completely gone so she thought he mat have been thrown out of the car at some point. She began to smell gasoline and smock, thinking quickly she unbuckled herself from her set. The fall to the roof of the car was not what made her hurt, it was all the broken glass and metal that made her scream, that and the fact that she had bruises, cuts, and a big gash on her bally that would not stop bleeding. She reached up to get her mother out, she know that she needed to call 911, but the car could go up in flames any minute now. Thanks to the adrenalin running through her veins she was able to get her mother out of the car. Once she and her mother were out of the car, she looked around for her brother, but could not see him. She saw other cars, some of then were even more beaten up than theirs and to her horror bodies were inside the cars and on the road. She couldn't tell if they were died or alive, some people were just standing, staring at all the carnage in shock, a few were on their cell phones probably calling for help, and others are helping get the survivors out of the their flaming cars. She began to hear loud sirens in the distance. It was becoming harder and harder for her to breathe, she did not know it,but one of her ribs was broken and punctured her lung. Blood was filling up her collapsed lung, her vision began to fad, the world around her became dark. The last thing she saw was two paramedics looking over a small body that was still breathing. Before she closed her eyes for the last time, she realised that the small body was her brother and he was still alive. Tears slowly ran down her face, hoping that she will see him again, in this world or another one.
I tried to make it sad, but I think I could have done a batter job at it.