Brittany—

Nicole shoved her hand into my face, laughing away. I scoffed, pushing her hand away from me.

"Nicole!" I whined.

Dad sighed, "Nicole, leave your sister alone."

"I'm just having some fun, daddy." Nicole pouted.

I laughed, sticking my tongue out at Nicole. "Go back to listening to your five seconds of summer."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Go back to your Pans."

"Skillet!" I exclaimed, "It's Skillet, you peasant!"

"Mom!" Nicole whined, "She called me a peasant!"

"In all fairness, you did call her favorite band by the wrong name." Mom stated, biting her lip to refrain from laughing.

Dad shook his head, repositioning his hands on the steering wheel. "My favorite girls," he muttered.

Mom turned back, to face dad and laying her hand on his thigh. She smiled widely at him. "You love us so much, David."

"That I do, honey."

"Ew." Nicole laughed.

"Oh, baby girl, you'll find your husband one day. And you'll love him for all eternity—"

"Not any time soon! You're 13, Nicole." Dad interrupted mom.

I rolled my eyes, laying my head in my hand and looking out the window. Seeing the lights of Nashville was always a sight, even though we lived in the city.

"David!" Mom screeched, causing both Nicole and I look up.

Headlights shined through his and Nichole's window. Dad tried to swerve, but failed. I closed my eyes, grabbing Nicole's hand, bracing for the impact.

It felt like slow-motion. Hearing the screeching of rubber tires, clashing of metal scraping against each other. Feeling the glass pierce my skin, and being jostled around from the car flipping into the ditch.

I gasped, cautiously opening my eyes as the car stopped rolling. Nicole, mom and dad all seemed unconscious, but I wasn't sure.

"Mom, dad? Nicole?" I asked, wincing as I reached out for my parents. I barely nudged their arms, feeling pain shooting through my shoulder. "Mommy? Daddy?" I whimpered.

I grimaced, turning my head; looking at Nicole and seeing her unconscious, as well as flashing blue and red lights. Sirens screaming only added to the growing headache.

I could hear doors slamming and over-lapping, yelling voices. I wanted to shout out, but I couldn't. Nothing came out when my mouth opened.

I groaned, looking down and attempting to undo the seat belt. I nearly flinched, seeing thousands of glass shards.

"We've got movement in car one!" Someone shouted, shining a light through dad's open window. "It's a young girl!"

"Help," I whimpered.

"Stay still, I'm coming around."

I nodded slightly, finally hearing the clicking of the seat belt. In a split second, my door was opened and the seat belt was moved out of the way.

I winced, feeling the person lift me up carefully and carrying me out of the ditch. I squinted my eyes, the blue and red lights becoming too much.

"Can you tell me your name, sweetheart?" Another voice asked, as I was laid on a stretcher.

"Brittany," I mumbled, "You have to get Nicole. Please."

"Is she your sister?" The same voice asked.

"Y-Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay, listen to me," the voice said softly, "You're gonna a few stitches, maybe more. Doctors can know for sure at the hospital."

"Where's Nicole?" I asked, wincing as I moved.

"Relax, we'll get her." He reassured.

~*~*~

I winced, hobbling into a room on crutches. According to doctors, I was the luckiest of the accident.

Mom and dad died on impact, and Nicole was placed into a medically induced coma. They weren't sure if she would wake up.

"Nicole?" I whispered, hobbling into her room.

I sighed, only silence filling the room, other than the constant beeping of her heart monitor. At least it held a rhythm and she was still alive.

Yeah, I hated my sister at times, but she's all I have left now.

I sat down at her bedside, happy to be off the crutches for a few minutes before I had to go back to my room.

Honestly, and as much as I hated to say it, Nicole looked peaceful. Her brown hair still had the french braid that mom did, only her blue eyes weren't showing. My 13 year old sister shouldn't be in a coma, and I didn't understand.

We should be home, bugging each other and doing homework, listening to mom and dad playfully bicker as dinner was being made. Instead, I prayed for my sister to wake up, and eating nasty, hospital food. My parents were gone, and hopefully in heaven, praying that a family member could take us in.

"Oh," a nurse mumbled, looking at me. "I'm so sorry," she muttered, walking out of the room.

"Nicole, please wake up." I whimpered, looking to her, "Please fight, at least for me. I can't lose you too. Please."

A/N

Here we go, another story that I can't wait to see how it turns out.

Votes and comments are so very appreciated.

-xxBabyxxGirlxx😘✌🏻️