The green window

The loss of someone

It was a rainy day. My family was coming back from our road trip.
I was six and Velvet was ten.
We were driving down a bumpy road while thunder roared. I clutched my toy bear, crying for reasons I don't even remember now. Velvet kept rubbing my back, and Mom kept trying to feed me because I hadn't eaten all day.
Then out of nowhere, a deer ran into the road.
Dad swerved.
The world tilted.
And we crashed into a tree.
The last thing I remember was seeing my mom lying on the road... and then everything went dark.
Someone shook me awake.
I opened my eyes, still half-asleep, and saw Peter - the goth kid who bullies me for fun - standing over me with the most annoyed expression ever.