'Give me back my phone,' I hiss, to my brother. He smiles smugly and continues tapping incorrect passwords in the rose gold phone.

'Mumm!' I shout, pulling her arm for her to pay attention. She turns her head away from watching the rain drip and says, 'Zach, give your sister her phone back.' She waits then adds, 'Now.' After he sighs he he reaches over, goes to go give my phone back and.... grabs it back at the last second.

'Zach!' My Mum shouts barely heard over his roaring laughter.

'Listen to your Mother!' Dad shouts from the drivers seat, twisting his body to the side to sneer in our faces. Mum screamed. I think. It was too late. The raining patting down the car, the bridge and the person standing two feet away from us with widened eyes. My Dad cursed, turning the wheel in any direction he could. He couldn't save us. The wheels slipped and turned, falling to its side, glass breaking. I cried and held my brothers hand, the phone forgotten, and closed my eyes. Darkness invaded my mind, eyes and soul.

Beep. Beep. Beep, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! The sound became unbearable. Suffocating. Intoxicating. Horrible. Annoying. Basically anything that described Zach with sugar in him. Zach. The words ping-ponged in my mind and i couldn't quite place what I had just been talking about. Who the hell is Zach? The words felt foreign. I sat up, a flashlight being brought into my eyes.

'Oh thank god you're awake.' The woman in the white coat said. Her eyes full of sadness as she said, 'You where in a.. accident.'