Prologue

Prologue.

The rain was pouring down the sky and a small car was rushing down the highway. Inside it, there were five people. A boy, two girls, a mother, and a father.

The father was driving and the mother was sitting next to him with her head leaning against the glass window, completely asleep. The family was driving back from Disney Land and the two girls were awake. They were arguing but it wasn’t the type of argument that ends up in compromise. It was a heated fight. The father was trying to calm them down and begged them to keep quiet so they wouldn’t wake the boy and the mother.

It was raining. The father turned around. It was just for a couple of seconds and he was thinking that maybe if he could talk some reason into them, the rest of the drive back would go down smoothly and quietly.

It was raining, and the road in front of them was empty. When the father deviated his attention from the road to the fighting sisters, a bus appeared at the other side of the lane but he didn’t see it. The bus drove past them. He tried to talk to the older sister, she ignored him.

It was raining, and the road in front of them was empty, except for another car that appeared behind them. The father was now trying to talk some sense into the younger sister but she ignored him too.    

It was raining, and the road in front of them was empty, except for the other car that had appeared behind them. Inside this car there was a guy that had broken up with his girlfriend that very day. The father finally found a middle ground. The sisters were now quiet and looking out the window.

It was raining, and the road in front of them was empty, except for the other car that had appeared behind them. Inside this car there was a guy that had broken up with his girlfriend that very day. He had driven all the way across the country to go meet her, he was crying. The sisters were silent and the father was humming a song. The mother woke up.

A snap of the fingers, that was how fast the guy lost control of the car and crashed into the back of the family’s car. Their car flew off the road and flipped over.

It wasn’t raining anymore and the road was empty except, for two cars. Crashed. The father wasn’t breathing but the mother was. She took the two girls and the boy out of the car. Behind them, the guy who had broken up with his girlfriend had gone through the windshield.

The oldest sister stared at his bold covered body on the floor.

He hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt.