The day I died inside was the day I was in a car crash on January 25th 2009.
It was a dark, dreary and dismal day with rain hammering down and thunder and lightning streaking the sky a blinding white and thunder booming like loud drums in the distance.
As i sat in the car, i stared at my younger sibling, Summer. She had an adorable white dress on with little pink roses and in her hand she clutched her favourite moth eaten old teddy bear.
Her head rested against the window as she slept. When the silver car hit us at 70mph I was flung against the window and then my head hit the back of the seat.
My sister lay slumped against her seatbelt that had propelled her forward. My parents lay still as well as I looked blearily around.
I then collapsed against the seat, exhausted from the effort of staying awake.
I woke up in hospital with machines beeping rapidly around me. My arm was swadled in a neat plaster cast which was coloured purple. I couldn't feel my legs and at this knwoledge I panicked.
Sitting up rapidly, I checked how bad the damage was.
Luckily I could feel my legs a little bit and I could even move them slightly but I was growing more and more concerned that I had broken my spine.
Then my thoughts turned to my family. What had become of them i wondered, my mind whirling with all these thoughts about what possibly could have happened to them and where they were.
Then a doctor dressed in white with long blonde hair curled up into a bun and caring blue eyes walked in, looking at a chart. She then looked up and noticed that I was awake.
"Oh that's a releif" She commented. "You're awake at last"
"What do you mean?" I questioned confused. "How long was I out?"
"For about a week" She replied, smiling at me. "But i'm glad you're awake"
"Where are my family? Are they safe?" I quickly said.
"Yes and no. You see you're parents died and your sister is in hospital" I was shocked and before I could say anything else she left the room.
A few weeks passed and we were both finally well enough to leave the hospital.
It turns out that I luckily hadn't broken my spine but i'd just temporarily bruised it but eventually I learn't to walk again.
The moment I had a chance to I escaped the hospital, clutching my sister's hand along the way. I went home with her and grabbed some supplies before hiding.
I didn't want her and me to go into a children's home. I knew what they were like and I didn't want to subject my sister to that kind of life.
After a week my sister got sick and I had to take her to hospital to help her get better. Unfortuantely she didn't and she died 2 weeks later. She had cancer and pneumonia.
The doctors and nurses did their best but they couldn't save her. I decided to grim and bear the children's home for a few days until my sister's funeral.
When the funreal had finished I ran away.All I had in my head was the image of her coffin with flowers on top and draped in ribbons of her favourite colour, yellow.
One day I was running from someone because I almost got found out that I escaped the people from the children's home.
I kept glancing behind me nervously and then I tripped and banged my head on the pavement.
I eventually lost conciousness and fell into a deep sleep that enveloped me, sleep curling it's dark, shapless fingers around my brain.
I woke up in a hospital room which was different to the one I had been in recently. It felt more like a prison. Sitting up a doctor approached me. "Where's my family?" I questioned immeditly.
"Dead" he replied shortly and sharpley. "You killed them. You made your parents crash the car. Everyone died. Your whole family is dead and you killed them.
You've been in a comma for the past few weeks"
I couldn't beleive what he was saying. "What about everything i experienced?"
"That was just a figment of your imagination" he replied.
Look out for parts 2, 3, 4 and 5 and other story by Jas4784