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I am lying on the bed, crying to myself, as the accident plays over and over in my head. We were going to Aunt Anna's house. All of us were having a family moment. Dad was singing his favourite song, mom was humming to it. Even Teddy was trying to catch the tune. I was enjoying the song too, but I didn't feel like singing.
Dad quickly passed a smile at the two of us in the backseat. It was just a single moment of distraction, but he failed to see the big truck that came our way.
It all happened in less than a second.
There was a huge noise.
Glass shards.
Blood.
Screams.
Pain.
Silence.
I wake up screaming from my bed. Too tired to take it all.
My eyes never seem to run out of tears.
Why?