As I was racing down the dark street, I could feel a sharp pain all over me, slicing through my body and making me dizzy. But I couldn’t stop running, because the only thing that mattered at that moment was getting back to the car I was thrown from.
A wave of relief washed through me when I reached the driver’s door and saw my mother trying to untangle herself from her seat belt. She was alive. But panic started to set in again when I saw the small fire coming from the engine.
“Mom!” I yelled. “Mom, come on, the car is on fire, you have to get out of there!” I frantically tried to pull open her door, but it was still locked.
“I got this Amelia” my mom screamed, and I’d never heard her sound so scared. “You go get your brother!”.
Reluctant to leave her alone, but knowing my brother needed my help, I moved to the back door. A second wave of relief hit me when Jameson’s little hands reached for mine. He was awake too. But he looked terrified.
“It’s okay, Jay. I’m getting you out of there.” I assured him.
I tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge, so I stretched my arms through the open window and reached for my brother’s the car seat. The pain and the fear had my whole body shaking and my hands sweating, which made it nearly impossible to undo the buckle. After I finally freed my baby brother from his seat belt, he jumped up and I helped him get through the window, holding him in my arms.
As I ran to the sidewalk, I noticed a bunch of people were gathering on the sidewalk to watch the aftermath of the crash, but no one was helping. I put my brother down on the sidewalk and made sure he was okay before I turned around to go back to the car and help my mom.
I had only taken two steps towards the car when the explosion happened, pushing me back to the ground and suddenly everything turned black.