Fatal Accident in 2008

A Chapter by Luciana_Prosper

If you can't take a fight, Suggested not to read!

"I've told you many times to not to do this! You lied to me again!" yelled Jason across the dinner table, as he stood up to slam his fist into the center of the table; making everything spill out their cups and plates and break.

Carson couldn't take the fighting anymore. Her parents always did this now. Her daddy was abusive to her mother and sometimes her. He tried to do stuff to her most nights he came home from the bar. Ever since the accident happened in 2008, her daddy blamed her and her mother for it all. The accident happened on a Sunday morning, the family was getting ready for church, all happy and smiling. When they were driving to the church, Carson's mother and father were holding hands and listening to the music loudly. With I; Carson, and Emma in the back seat together. Emma was smiling as I watched her sing to the top of her lungs, she was my sister, my best friend, and the only girl I went to for help. I was seven at the time, and Emma, she was ten at the time. I startled laughing at Emma because I was so happy to have a sister like her; but when she turned to look at me and I was laughing, she got mad. Emma's hand connected to the side of my face, hard. I started screaming and crying as my father looks back at me and Emma. Emma just shrugged and covered her ears as I kept screaming because it hurt bad. My father reached back behind his seat to slap my mouth to get me to stop screaming but when he did, his hand slipped off the wheel to the car and off we went, into the ditch.

Emma died the next day in the hospital as my mother struggled severe head injuries. She almost lost her memory.

Until this day on, it'll never be the same as it once was. Sometimes its so bad continuing to live in this world with my father and mother. They seem to hate me. I have nobody to talk to since Emma's death occurred. My mother doesn't even say "I love you" anymore to me. Sometimes when I'm alone and hurt in my tiny room, I think about Emma and how I wish I were her right now. I think about how it should have been me that died that day, not Emma. If It would've been me that day, my parents and her would be a very happy family right now. Its just me... and it'll never change. I'm worthless and a disgrace to the world.