Kyle was sitting in his wheelchair, looking through a photo album of his wonderful life, a life he no longer had. He put his hand on the photo of his mother and father. He remembered how his mother would always embarrass him at school by kissing him in front of his friends. How he’d get mad. Now he would do anything for a kiss.
He remembered how his dad would always insist on putting on seatbelts and how annoyed Kyle got. That seatbelt saved his life. Flashes of the crash came to him, so real and clear. There was liquid dripping from the side of his head, and he couldn’t feel his legs.
A lifeless cold hand was sticking out from the front seat, a hand that held his so many times. He was afraid to look at the remains of his parents. He knew they were already dead. Nothing could brace him for the lifeless form of his mother and father covered with blood. It was a sight that haunted him day and night.
He closed the album, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Finally it was too painful. The tears overflowed in waves of misery and sadness.
Lina A. is a 13 year old girl from Amman, Jordan. She writes that, "Well I have always loved writing. I used to live in the United States but I'm on vacation in Jordan."
© 2008 Lina A. Original for CCF (Lina A. grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
* CCF does not publish students' last names on the work they submit for publication.
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