Looking at his hand covered in warm blood.
Feeling the ice-cold snow, battering his cheek.
It felt unreal like it was all a nightmare. Gazing down at the jagged edge, sticking out of his stomach. He knew, he had only a few minutes left.
Blood was ceaselessly flowing out.
Gazing at the body next to him, whom, he could just make out was his mother. The flesh was torn from her face, laid out like a puppet cut from its strings. Her blond hair was draped across her face, shrouding it.
Reaching for her, realizing there was no hand to reach out.
Panic began to set in.
Looking to the mangled car to his right. Smoke bellowed from the engine, revealing a vague silhouette seated in the driver's seat.
'Dad.'
Leaning towards him, tore out the jagged metal edge.
'Ahh, it hurts.'
Scrambling towards the car with one hand and sheer determination. He climbs up on the passenger's seat.
"Dad!"
Using his one hand smacks his dad's face to get a response.
Notices his eyes flickering.
"DAD!"
"Arthur."
Dad slowly wakes up and props his crushed body back into his seat to catch a breath. Choking on the blood that accumulated in his throat.
"Where's Mum."
"M…Mum's dead."
Arthur's eyes began to tear up, unable to keep composed, presses his head into his dad's chest.
"I'm scared."
As dad embraces Arthur, he notices the missing arm than the mangled legs. Knowing that neither of them will make it. He brings his bloodied but comforting hand up to the back of Arthur's head.
"It's ok, I am here with you. Close your eyes and hear the sound of my voice."
Arthur nodded.
"Arthur when you were born you were a fighter. It was like you could face the world. You fought to walk at 9 months, beating all the other kids. You always fought, even when you got accepted into a collage. Your mum and I were the happiest parents, we weren't happy you got accepted but happy that you were happy."
As Arthur listened he began to cry more, clinging to the coarse grey jacket.
"On your 18th birthday, we planned to go skiing in...*cough*"
Arther looked up in a panic. His dad's rugged face with 2-day stubble was awash with blood and tears, lose grey hair pictured his face of pride.
"You have your mother's green eyes... you know."
"She always said I had your grey hair, Whenever, we went shopping."
"Hehe...You would have been the bane of girls."
Arthur could see it was harder for his dad to hang on any longer. Even he could feel like he is losing it, the cold invaded his senses making them numb.
He was losing touch. He couldn't feel his dad.
"Dad."
It was barely audible.
"Son!"
Dad wrapped his free arm around Arthur hugging him tightly.
"You were the best thing that happe...to me and your mum. No matter what happens w...ove you...ok."
Dad wept as he could feel Arthur getting weaker and colder.
"...thur we love yo...Mum loves you. I LOVE Y..!"
Arthur could only feel his dad holding him tight.
' I love you too'
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