Lately, dad has been working a lot more than normal. He's been picking up extra hours at work because my birthday is next month. Im turning sixteen. He says that I get a car because my grades are always good and I help out around the house as much as I can.

Mom's picked up a few extra hours as well but she likes to be home before dad. She normally cooks dinner every night. She doesn't like it when dad has to wait because he's always so tired.

All the extra money they make they put in a jar in there bedroom. I've even gotten a job to help out. I don't like seeing the stress of extra work on my parents which is why I put all the money I make in the jar as well. Our goal is five thousand. We're forty five hundred in.

Because we are so close, we decided to take a break. We're all going to Six Flags! They needed this break and we all needed this family time. So today, it's our day.

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After a long, exciting day, we all decided to head home. We all laughed and reminisced on today's events with the low hum of Metallica playing through the speakers.

"Dad, I thought you were going to cry!" I giggled, thinking back to when he started screaming on the Superman.

"I was not! If anything it was Viviane. My ears will be ringing for the rest of my life because of her." He cooed, earing a playful slap from my mom.

"I wasn't that bad! Just admit that you can't ride a roller coaster without screaming like a little girl!" Mom demands.

"Mom, he's a dude. He thinks he'll loose his man card if he does that." I joked.

"It's not that I don't like roller coasters, I would rather ride a ferris wheel is all." Dad says, trying to hide the forming blush on his cheeks.

"Whatever." I laughed.

Mom started going through her camera out of boredom after a silence fell over the three of us. She showed me all of the ones she thought were funny. Like the one where he was chasing me around after he claimed that I called him a turd, when really it was mom. Or the one where I shoved ice cream in his face.

I started looking over my mom's shoulder out of curiosity of what all the pictures may look like. She came across one that we had a bystander take. It was the three of us, mom and dad on my opposite sides, and we were all smiling. My larents looked genuinely happy, something I haven't seen in a while with them.

I pointed at it and said, "That one's my favorite."

"I like that one to sweetie. We'll have to frame it."

She showed it to dad, making a smile grow across his face. Suddenly, we all jerked forward. My head bounced off the passenger seat's head rest, my seat belt started retracting, all the air bags were deploying, and two loud screams were heard from the from seat. Metal crushing metal could've been heard a mile away.

The screams stopped, or my hearing stopped. I felt like I was in a void. I couldn't hear anything but a loud ringing in my esrs that only got worse. Everything started getting hotter and hotter until I felt someones hands on my body. They felt like they were pulling me away.

My vision started focusing after I got out the car. I saw our car was totaled. It was blazing with fire. My parents are in there! I started thrashing around, trying to get out of this person's grip. I couldn't just let them die!

I was forced into an ambulance. Black started to cloud my vision. I tried to blink it away but it only got worse. I felt my breathing pick up and my heart felt as if it were going to beat out of my chest. The blackness started to consume me faster and faster, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. Then, I felt... gone.

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I woke up in a hospital. I could tell from the annoying beep and the extreme amount of sterilized white. There was a doctor standing at the foot of my bed with a clipboard in hand and a sad smile on his face.

The smile, it made me realize that all I thought was a dream was real. My parents are gone. They are dead.

"Nice to see your awake." The doctor says. I felt my eyes start to sting with tears but I pushed them back. "You had a panick attack. You were in a drunk driving accident. Your parents, Gerry and Viviane Baldwin, were killed on impact. You, as well as the driver, only have a mild concussion. You will be discharged within the next hour. I am sorry for your losses."

I nodded, unable to speak. The man who killed my parents lived. He lived but they had to die! He was careless and because of that he took the lives of two people. Two parents.

"Hi Tarra. I am Vanessa Caldwell and this is my partner, Chrystal Morrill. We are Social Workers who have been assigned to your case. We are going to put you in foster care in two days. It should give you time to recover and pack your things at home."

The police also recovered this from the fire. I thought you may want to have it." Chrystal says and pulls out the camera from her pocket. "I wil also be staying with you at your home to be sure that your watched after."

"Ok. Thank you."

Notes

So maybe I lied about how long it would be before I updated... i hope you all enjoy it! If you have anything that you would want to see happen in this story just message me and you might just see it happen!