Smoke. I cough to extract it from my lungs. But there is no clear air to gasp for. My ears ring and noises are muffled. I’m scared to open my eyes to see the damage. My arm moves and crumbs from the road cut into my forearm as the sound returns to me, I hear, “Are you okay?!” Shouting in desperation. Sirens growing louder in the distance. The heat starts to hit my nerves and I feel like my entire body is on fire.

“Get him out! Hurry!” Multiple people?

“Fire!”

Fire? I open my eyes and the car is on fire. I’m laying beside it and it’s crushed into the tree as if the tree is wrapping it in a hug. Someone reaches under my arms and begins dragging me away as I’m still trying to realize what happened and where I am. Their arms big and cold compared to me.

“Get back! Get back!” I hear a man screaming with such intensity. As the person pulling me away gets to a stop and lays me down. Looks down at me, hes certainly buff. His neck thick as his arms. And a mustache that rests on his upper lip like a thick caterpillar.

I hear a earth shattering boom. And the man lays down over me to cover me.

Wait. Wait.

Wait wait wait wait. I push the man off of me and jump to my feet, stumbling and coughing and holding my arm that been scraped up.

My brain swirls and spins. The realization of the events that just happened hits me like a bus.

I manage to belt out 2 words before falling to the ground and everything going black and purple.

I scream a scream I have never heard come out of my mouth before. A scream that will live in those peoples lives forever.

“MY SON!”