After I had been knocked out during the landslide, I awoke to find myself in a hospital bed, a little bruised and still breathing. Overall, my injuries were very minor. After waking up, the police had told me that they found my parents bodies after digging through the landslide.
Apparently, it was small in size for a landslide, but it's effects were swift and precise. We were unfortunate enough to have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
That nightmare felt to have come out of nowhere, but after avoiding what happened for so long it was bound to haunt me somehow. I haven't wanted to relive what happened because every time my mind goes back to the accident, my mind is filled with possibilities and guilt.
I wonder if I wasn't there that day, if their accident wouldn't have happened at all. Or if I hadn't taken so long on the hike, if they would have been waiting in the clearing. And if I didn't disturb the bats earlier, would they have cut off their escape?
