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"Mom? Mommy?" The young boy said silently, wide-eyed and panic evident in his voice. "Mommy?!" The woman who leaned her head on the steering wheel of the gray family-sized car remained silent. The boy then turned to his father, who was leaning his head against the slightly rolled down window. "Dad? Daddy, what just happened?" His voice rang out as he tried to pull the sleeve of the man in the passenger seat. "Daddy? Mommy?" He couldn't understand it. What had just happened? Why were they ignoring him? They had never ignored him before. Not even once. He shook his head and his brown curls danced upon his head. The boy then noticed the small drips of blood coming down from his mom's head. The glass missing from the windshield. The rear view mirror now laying beside him, no longer attached to the roof of the car.668Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFVqrmT5Ni
He leaned towards the cracked mirror and stared at his own reflection for a moment. His small and white fingers ran along the diagonal crack spreading out over the whole surface of the mirror. One brown eye at the left side of the crack, one at the right. Blood left a trace on the mirror as he withdrew his fingers. He looked at them with confused eyes. "Mommy? Mommy? Why are we bleeding? Mommy? Daddy?" He asked with a shivering voice as he looked at the two most important people of his life. "M-mommy?"
The air filled itself with sirens, voices and panic. His parents had turned off the when they had turned onto the highway and the discussion they were having hadn't bothered the kid to go back to sleep. He looked around to see strangers behind the windows of the car. When had the car actually stopped? How had it stopped? What was happening? "Mommy?" He uttered before his voice went faint, his brown eyes rolled back and the boy fell down motionless on the backseat of their just crashed car.
The people surrounding the car shook their head at the wreck. The fourth already this week. The small mass of people seemed horrified by how young the people on the front seat were. Those people didn't have the right to die. Young people are to live until they get the proper age to die. They whispered to each other as if they had seen a scandal unfold before their own eyes. As if some hot, dyed blonde, celebrity had just left her equally hot but fake husband for the even hotter, undoubtedly Spanish pool-boy. They continued to do so, watching the car but not moving a single finger, until the police-, firemen and paramedics pushed them away from the wreck.
"Drunk?" A young police officer mumbled to an older and more experienced one as he watched how the car got broken open by the firemen. The other shook his head slowly while his gray-colored hair stayed exactly on his place. "Very unlikely."
"Any survivors?"
"On the front seat? You must be kidding, there's nothing left of it."
The younger police officer nodded and made some notes as the older man shook his head and sighed. "I've got to tell you, this turn is a man-killer. I still can't see why anyone would have developed a turn like this. Why they agreed to lay it down, even!" The graying man walked a bit away from the car and towards the other side of the road. "The legal speed is too high, the turn is too sharp. Just add a bit of rain... And swoosh-boom. And it's not the first time. No. We could build a hospital next to this turn, I tell you!"
The blond and younger officer followed him and listened to the older one ranting away about the road. He was quite glad that they were leaving the place of the accident. Happenings like these often made him question why he had chosen this job. He had a chance to back out still. He was young enough to do so. But there was something that kept him there. His reputation? Maybe.
They started to walk back towards their police car, not even glancing back once to the car and the unfortunate souls it had failed to transport from one place to another. "How about a beer?" The younger officer suggested, almost making it sound like comic relief. Actually, it was comic relief to him. He knew that the older man wasn't as impressed by this as he himself was. The eyes of the older man had already seen so many of these happenings, he had learned to shut it all out at the moment they turned around. He ranted, walked a bit, seemed truly distressed... And it was over.
"You're on it, Karl." The older chuckled in reply to the comic relief offer. Before the blond could take place in the police car, one of the larger firemen got his shoulder and turned him around. "We've got another one."
"Another one?"
"A boy."
"A boy?"
"For god's sake, Karl, stop repeating me." The fireman said as he glanced back to the totaled car. "On the backseat."
"Dead?"
"Not yet."
"Not yet?" Karl muttered and he touched the back of his head for a moment.
"As in still alive, but not for very long if you don’t hurry your pants over to that car right now." The fireman sighed as he seemed mostly annoyed by how his younger conversational partner was acting.
Karl glanced around, wondering why his grayer colleague was leaving him all alone with this case. He wanted to grasp the hand of the older man, he wanted to be dragged over the crime-scene as a little boy following his father, he just wanted some guidance in this situation. He surely wasn’t ready to do this on his own. He surely wasn’t allowed to… Right?
"So we're leaving this kid to bleed to his end?" It was as if someone had rang a bell in his head and he was suddenly jolted awake. He wouldn't be guided by the hand of a father of teacher, he had to do it himself now. He had to leave the comic relief drinks behind and start seeing the world the way she is. He walked to the car and arrived nearly at the same time as the paramedics. He took notes of the boy and his condition, of how the car hadn't been holding two, but three people. How the boy was most likely to be an orphan now... He even noted the time, which was only shortly after the boy was taken away, of when the two adults were lifted in their ride to the mortuary. After he had taken care of all the tasks he had to do, he moved back to the car and looked at his partner. Whom was smiling a weird, somewhat proud smile at him. "And that's how you handle a situation like this on your own. Let’s get our drinks now."668Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT799nBNV8f
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