"Mathew if you fart one more time I swear I'm going to push you out of the car!", my 11-year-old sister yelled at my 9-year-old brother. "Hey, like you've never farted, Avery! It's human nature. If you don't fart, the gases build up inside you, which can lead to a stomachache. Or in the worst case, something can burst inside you and--", he got interrupted by my other 11-year-old sister, Holly, "Eeeewwww stop it you disgusting fart bag!", wrinkling her little button nose in disgust. Mathew grew silent and stared at both of them offended. "Pff, twins and their 'I'm-always-there-for-my-twin' connection thingy.", he grumbled, crossing his short arms. "The fact that we're twins has nothing to do with it!", the two sisters yelled in unsion.

"Be quiet or you'll wake up Noah.", I whispered to them, putting my index finger to my lips. All three fell silent and looked over at our 5-month-old brother, who had made himself comfortable in the car seat with his blankets, fast asleep.

I looked out the rear windscreen and spotted my big brother driving his Golf 6 R since there wasn't enough room in our car. Not liking the lack of space his car had with ours. I sighted. He was always a reckless driver. We were on our way to visit one of my mother's friends. Even though none of us liked her - except our mother for some inexplicable reason - and she didn't like us back, we behaved respectfully towards her. For our mother's sake.

"Kids, listen to Grace and don't wake up your brother, do the same as your big sister, and buckle up, it's dangerous. And if you don't like the smell of Mathews' farts, just roll up the window.", replied the warm voice of my mother who was looking back at us. Her bright green eyes were looking at Noah who just sneezed and winced. We all laughed at his cuteness, but as quickly as my laughter came, it faded as quickly. In front of the car came a red ball rolling out of nowhere, and not a second later a child from the sidewalk came to catch it. As soon as he saw us, his eyes widened in shock. His whole body froze. Horror, fear, and panic reflected in his face. "DAD, WATCH OUT!", I screamed, hoping that my dad would steer the car in time. He managed that, but due to the heavy jolt he could no longer control the vehicle and so it sped to the right at a fast acceleration.

I heard screams. Frightened screams. Those of my siblings and my mothers'. My fathers' eyes were widened in fear that something could happen to his family and that he was the one who could still save them. Another crying penetrated my auricles.

Noah.

As swiftly as I could, I grabbed him in my arms. I wanted to do the same with my other siblings, but they were too panicked to sit still.

My head forcefully bumped on something hard and shortly after it felt like a ticking time bomb. It was as if hundreds of needles plocked in and out of the back of my head. I touched the burning place and looked at my hand only to see it covered in red.

Everything happened as if in slow motion.

Suddenly our car rolled over. And again. And two more times. I held on to all sorts of things my blood covered hand could grasp, through the rearview mirror I recognized my brother's car, which was also out of the lane. It seemed like he hadn't seen the child either. The short distance of our cars gave him no time to react.

The screaming and crying still didn't stop.

My head hit everything that was near me. Holding my brother tightly in my arm, protectively, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my father looking over at us. Everything happened in seconds for me to process. His blue eyes were soaked in sadness. For a second he looked at my siblings with teary eyes and finally our eyes met. He looked at me lovingly and.... apologetically...

And then there was the end of it all.

With a big, loud thud our car crashed into a thick tree stem. After that, my brother's car followed behind us.

Buzz.

That was the only thing I perceived. A deafening buzzing. And the hot blood rushing up in my head.

My eyes fluttered debilitated open. Disoriented, I looked around. Still not realizing what was happening. I was hanging upside down from my seat, the only thing holding me was my seatbelt. I stretched my aching, throbbing head slightly to look into my baby brother's face who was now on the bottom of the car. It was distorted.

Slowly the buzzing cleared from my ears and the next thing I heard was a bloodcurdling cry, which resembled a screech. This sound came from him.

My gaze slid further to my siblings lying scattered in the car with traces of blood all over their bodies and faces.
I swallowed hard.

It's a dream. Just a dream.

Next, I looked at my mother, whose head must've banged on the dashboard before the airbag could inflate while she sat there motionless.

She must have been the first one...

My heart and throat burned and I began to tremble.

There was a heap of nothing left of the bonnet area, as if it got crushed by a press.

The dizziness still didn't subside.

Lastly glanced at my father. He was hanging limp, his head tilted and staring ahead of him with his eyes wide open. The last thing I could see in them was fear and terror before the empty, lifelessness in his eyes emerged.

My breathing became rapid.

"N-no-.", I tried to press out in pain.

Everything became clear to me and the need to scream grew.

Slightly I turned to the left and saw my big brother lying outside in a large puddle of blood, most likely thrown out of the windshield. His eyes reflected the same emotions as in my fathers' before his soul too left his body.

He was the last...

My heart was racing, I was shaking, the adrenaline in me took over and I screamed. I screamed my heart out, every fiber in my body wanted to scream and so it did. The screams of a scared baby and that of a lost, broken girl mixed in unison and sounded like someone screeching for help while being ripped into a thousand shreds.

Before my head injury found it's mark causing the lonely darkness to engulf me I heard sirens becoming louder. My 19-year-old self never could've imagined what my life would be like after this horrible event. And these were my last thoughts because then the cold darkness came to fetch me.

I am Grace Valencia, and this is my story...

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If I need to change anything or if a sentence seems a little bit off, please let me know. As mentioned in the ‚Preface', English isn't my fist language.
I'd be glad if you guys would correct me:)