I run out the door shouting goodbye to my brother and mother over my shoulder. I approach my old, beat up, red truck parked in the driveway and climb in. Note to self, remember to chain my tires when it starts to snow.
On my way to school I turn up the radio and the song that I can not stand to hear starts to play. My memories of that fateful day replay in my head. I unwillingly remember what took place in my fathers truck four years ago.
It was the winter of 2004, I was 12 years old at that time, and I can vividly remember what happened on that terror filled day.
"Father I hate this song switch the station" I complain in the shotgun seat. "Bunny, this is my favorite song can we listen to it please? You can pick the station for the rest of the drive." My father replies.
Unbeknownst to me this song would be the last song my father and I would ever listen to together.
I giggle and shake my head, "but father this song is so old". He lookes over his shoulder at me and smiles. "Bunny this song is the song I grew up listening to, are you saying I'm old?" he says with mock offence in his voice. I laugh and look out over the road.
"FATHER!" I shout. A black cat darts in front of the truck and my father swerves to miss it. My father throws his body acrossed me in an attempt to protect me. The truck roles over until we slam into a tree and everything goes black.
I am slowly brought to consciousness by the beeping of a monitor. Where am I? White walls surround me, foreign. What happened? Slowly my memories are resurfacing and tears start to run down my face, the beeping of the monitor increases it's tempo. A nurse comes in to comfort me. She inserted clear liquid into an IV and I fall back asleep. I notice somthing before I am lost to oblivion, my mother and brother are not with me. Do they blame me for what has happened? Where is my father?