I'm really disappointed in myself as I thought I was improving. I hadn't had a nightmare about anything to do with my parents in about 4 weeks.
This had nothing to do with my parent's actual death. Their death is not a long story.
December 24th 1989
It was Christmas eve, Dad was out buying a Christmas tree while mother and I went looking for clothes.
When I stepped out of the Christmas tree store I realised what a fabulous winter day it was. The Snow was like a thick white blanket on the roof's it looked just magical. Of course coming from an 11 year old everything in life seemed magical.
Going through the Big shops was lovely, mother bought me a sackful of clothes and she bought Granny a pretty red coat.
I was so happy,I couldn't describe how happy I was, I may say it a lot but this was the best day ever.
We met Dad with the new Christmas tree and we all went back to the car, as always dad and mum sat in the front while I sat in the back.
I couldn't see all of it because of the fog all over the window, but the last thing I remember before I blacked out was a van skidding on some ice and crashing right into our car. My mothers scream is still in my nightmares..
I woke up to my grandmother hovering over me weeping. Straight away when I woke up she hugged me, It was almost like she read my mind because she shook her head.So I guess I'm an orphan now.
My granny vowed that she would look after me as well as my mother, well enough until the day I day I die. Which she said is years after I turn 18.
Still ever since that day I've hated snow, ice and everything else winter related. I think I'll be like that till the day I die.
That's how my parents died, that's how I am in this mess.
I decided to stop thinking about my parents because it will only lead to useless tears, I can already feel the tears building up in my eyes. I decide to go to the only person I can trust about my dreams so I get dressed, eat my breakfast and I head up to Pan's house.
Whenever I see Pan no matter how sad I feel he puts a smile on my face.
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