The last thing I remembered during the car crash was the screams of my parents, telling me to hold on and they kept on saying “I love you” and “we’ll be together again”... Then everything went black..
We were on our way to a restaurant, we were going to celebrate my 18th birthday, and the announcement that my mother is pregnant again.. we were all happy, we were laughing and joked about each other. I was very happy, but it all went downhill when my father looked at me through the rear view mirror, his eyes snapped back to the road when a bright light was hitting our eyes.. My father was in panic mode and he lost control of the car, the next thing I know, we were thrown off to the side of the road and our car was upside down..
My whole body was aching, I looked around the car and saw my parents unconscious, but they were holding hands.. blood was coming out from both of them, I try to reach for them, but I can’t, I was stuck, I can see my mother is still breathing, she looked at me through the shattered rear view mirror and said “I love you, we will be together again” then she closed her eyes and her body went limp, I wanted to scream, but I don’t have the energy. My eyes are getting heavier by the minute, before it closed, I saw a flash of blue and red before everything went black.
I woke up four days later in a nearby hospital, they told me I have three broken ribs and my arm was broken, I fractured my left foot, I had a busted lip and a black eye. When they informed of my parents death, I went on a rampage and limp out as fast as I can with my fractured foot.. but I cant hold it in anymore I slide down the wall and burst into tears.
I lost everything, my father, my mother and my unborn sibling.. all of them gone in a flash. I now live alone in an apartment that they bought for me, for my 18th birthday. They were gonna give it to me when we got to the restaurant, I guess not everything can be done. Our real estate agent gave me the key to the house when I fully recovered.
Now I’m 21 years old, today is my birthday or as I like to call it, my parent’s death anniversary... My name is Iris Queen Smith, and I’m afraid of the word love