Crash

The noise of cars, it had always given me a sense of, of, calm. It had anyway. Until that awful day.
The crash had taken everything from me. My father. Mother. Brother. And my mothers unborn baby.
My dads driving was fine. But Carl Lootwood's, the other man, wasn't. He slid into the side of our car. We flew through the air. Spinning. Screaming.
My dad first. He was knocked and died instantly at the wheel. Then we went out of control. My mother screamed and yelled for us to jump out the car. She then was hit and died in a similar way to my father.
Tears streamed from my eyes. My brother jumped out only to be hit by a car and killed. Then I leapt. I landed in pain. Not only physically but mentally too. I lay crying. Crying. They were gone.