“If you can have anything right now, what would it be?” my dad askes tapping the steering wheel. He is always like this, asking the most random questions at the most random times.
“Ice cream with lots of pink sprinkles,” my little sister says.
“What about a whole pound of bacon and nobody I have to share it with,” my younger brother says. My older brother punches him in the arm. The two of them start a fight in the back seat.
We all grab onto something as dad wheels the vehicle around a corner.
“I’ll go for a peanut butter milkshake that’s as tall as my femur,” we all laugh at my dad’s choice.
“Camri? What about you?” my little sister leans toward me expectantly.
“Um…” I think hard, “Does it have to be food?”
“It can be anything you want,” my dad grips the steering wheel tighter and squints into the dark night.
“I don’t know,” I give up.
“Brake!” my mom cries and reaches out to brace herself.
My chest slams against my seat belt. A deer jumps off the road and into the trees.
“Dad? Did you fix the brake lights?” my brothers pause their fight in the backseat.
“Not yet. I am supposed to get the part tomorrow,” Dad takes his foot off the brake and moves to the gas.
“Don’t hit us!” my mom frantically turns to the car closing quickly in behind us.
In the dark, there was no way for the car to see us.
Every one gasps and reaches for something.
It rams into the back of the van with so much force, it spends us spinning off the road. The van slams into the guard rail tottering over the hill.
Everyone lets out a breath.
With a screech, the other car slams into us again, sending us over the guard rail. The van starts to roll down the hill.
Sky.
Ground.
Sky.
Ground.
My breath is taken away as the seat belt catches me from spiraling around the van.
Trees.
Grass.
Darkness.
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“Anybody? Camri?”
I feel a hand search under my chin for a pulse then under my nose for a breath.
The wreck.
I gasp and sit up, at least I try to sit up with the van lying on its side.
“Are you ok?”
I look up and notice Logan looking down on me. His longer hair was cascading around his concerned face.
“Logan? What happen?”
“Our vehicle ran into yours. Everyone is unconscious, except for me. And now you, I guess. Can you get out?”
I unhook my seat belt and catch myself before I fall onto my sister.
“Here,” Logan reaches into the broken window.
I grab his hand and he pulls me out. My elbow catches on a broken shard of glass, causing blood to trickle down my arm.
I glance around the bottom of the hill. Mud streaks from my van trail up the hill. My eyes follow another set of tracks to Logan’s vehicle. His car is flipped onto its front while a tree threatens to split it in two. I gasp and cover my mouth.
“Yeah,” Logan twists his jaw, looking back at his vehicle.
“How long has it been?” I ask as I slide off the van and hit the ground.
“Around ten minutes. I have already called 911. They should be here soon,” he lands next to me.
We start to make our way up the hill. Logan leaves me to search his vehicle again.
I sit down in the snow next to the road.
Shock courses through my veins. Shock and fear. So many questions are forming in my mind. What went wrong? What is happening to my family? Why is there only one survivor from each vehicle? Will everyone be all right?
I shiver as I remember the darkness that overcame me as my van rolled down the hill. It still feels there, like it is wanting to come back.
I squeeze my legs to my chest and try to forget about it. Logan gently sets his coat on my shoulders. Somehow I had forgotten mine down the hill.
With my eyes closed shut, I try to will it all away.
“Hey, they’ll be ok,” Logan touches my shoulder.
“You don’t know that,” I wipe away tears the are forming under my eyes.
A siren wails closer in the distance.
Logan stands up as the bright light loom closer.
Within seconds we are surrounded by paramedics and firemen. Many rush down the hill and spilt to search the vehicles. A woman in a uniform strides confidently to Logan and me.
“Are you both alright?” she asks searching us for any injures. Logan and I both nod. “Good. Now, from what I can tell, your families are unconscious. But, I have been told they have been about for quite a while, so there is a high chance they are in a coma.”
“Is that bad?” I ask her.
“If their heart beat stays high, they will wake up in just a couple days. But till then, do you guys have any relatives or close friends nearby?”
I shake my head.
“My older brother and his wife live a half hour from here,” Logan informs.
“Great,” she says. “I’ll take you two to the hospital. You-“ she points to Logan, “call this brother of yours and get him down to the hospital. We’re going to need somebody to sign paper work. Plus, with both of you being juvies, you’ll need a place to stay.”
She moves to one of the vehicles parked nearby.
“Hop in,” she motions.
With one glance back down the hill, I take a deep breath and follow Logan.
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