The screatching of brakes stabbed my ears. My head thrusted forward, as if it would finally give up and just roll off. Then a sound that shattered into my brain, a sound of glass exploding and of beautiful things being broken. Heavy breaths, shakier then a roller coaster, my mind blury. Everything flooded into my brain at once, despite that, my head felt empty. I yelled but it came out no louder then a whisper, tears burned my eyes when I noticed I was the only one with shaking breaths. I felt the sight of death strangle me, with no where to go. With all the eternal wounds, I could barely notice the blood on me. Tears cut across my face, sharper then the glass had. I screamed with the only voice I had left in my throat, as I reached out to the bodies in the front seats.

“Wake up!” I balled shaking my parent’s shoulders. My words muffled by the shower of grief running down my face.

“Just Wake up!”

“Wake up!”

“Ben wake up.”

My eyes flickered open, seeing a blury figure above me.

“What?” I questioned groggily, using my hands to slowly pull myself from my slumber to see the figure.

“You have to get ready” I rubbed my eyes groggily, half listening to what she had to say. It was my Aunt Jude, I should’ve suspected with the silver voice of hers.

“For what?” I asked, tracking her steps as she walked toward the door, stopping in the doorway to answer the question.

“For the funeral”

“For who?”

“You know for whom” she hesitated for a second.

“You make me worried when you say things like that” her gaze fell from me to the floor, before paying the dresser a visit.

“I left some clothes on the dresser for you, if you need help getting ready just ask. I just need to go make some breakfast first”

“I can manage myself , I don’t need help.” I said defiantly. “And it’s Benjamin, not Ben”

“Well Ben” she emphasized “I love you, and I’m going to go make breakfast.” She said before walking out the door.

White walls, they might as well be painted in blood, it would have made no difference in how I saw them. The bed was covered in blankets yet they couldn’t warm my soul. The beeping of the machines, the walking of the nurses, even the distant chatter from the other rooms where drowned out as we all heard the news. I couldn’t tell if it was the news or maybe seeing me in the hospital that did them in. I looked down, the news carving my heart I wanted to cry but there was no tears left to cry. I looked towards them for some sort of comfort, but all they could do was cry.

(I’m making another story so I tried making this to further the backstory. And I’d write more but I always decide to write hours before the deadline lol. But I like it short and sweet, it will definitely help me develop my story.)