I remember this night better than I remember last night.
My sister was only ten, and I only seven. At the time my
mother worked third shift, she was driving us to our
baby-sitters house. It was dark out, I don't remember
exactly what time it was but it was late. I had on my
favorite pink nightgown, it was wet from running to the car
in the downpour. I was on the right side of the backseat
looking out at the rain, it was raining very hard that night.
No one was talking, we were all very tired. There was no
radio playing--my mother hated music. looking out the
window I remember watching the rain hit that long piece of
metal that lines roads with cliffs on the sides. Watching
that strip of metal being hit so hard with rain, it was very
amusing to me for some reason, but then the metal stopped-
the cliff was still there but the metal stopped. I listened to
the rain being drastically moved by the windshield wipers.
As we were taking one extreme curve in the road, I heard
the old tires skid, skid to wear that metal siding should
have been- but I knew it was gone even before feeling the
fall. our car went off the cliff, I heard screaming as it
flipped down the side the screaming stopped with a BANG
as a large tree stopped our fall. It was silent, I no longer
even heard the rain. The silence was scaring me, I wanted
someone to say something, anything but no one did, and I
was to scared to say a word. I sat there wondering are they
okay, are they hurt, I was screaming at myself to ask them
if they were okay but no sound came out of my mouth. I
could see my mothers right arm hanging with glass all over
it, blood was pouring out of one particular cut and my
sister all I could see of her was her long thick brown hair
hanging over her seat in front of my face.
I don't know how much time had passed, maybe five
minutes, maybe an hour, but that's when the silence finally... Continue Reading