"Race you to the car!" I yelled at my younger brother, Mike. I knew I was faster than him, so I ran in slow motion. Mike, as I had planned, got there before me. He climbed into the car with our baby brother, Tyler, while giggling like a maniac. "I win!" he said excitedly. "Aww, man!" I said, faking sadness to make him happy. Once our parents got in the car, we all got situated and seatbelted in. I clipped in Tyler, as he was only four and couldn't do it himself. "Everyone buckled up?" mama asked, turning around to check. "Yes mama! Now let's go see grand-mama, por favor!" I replied, using some of my already fluent Spanish at the end.

Mama put on her seatbelt, while Papa started the car. We were rolling along, singing to one of our favorite songs, when I noticed that baby Tyler had unbuckled his seatbelt. I was busy re-buckling him in, when a big semi lost control, and started coming our way.

Mama screamed as Papa tried to swerve and miss the truck, but it was no use. The truck hit us head-on. We started rolling downhill into the ditch, and I grabbed onto Tyler, who was still unbuckled, but he bounced out of my grip and around the car. "TYLER, MI HERMANO! NO!" I screamed as I watched my baby brother fly through the window, and our car came to a stop. "Papa?" Mike asked, shaking his unmoving body. Mama was crying and there was blood everywhere. I was injured, but I managed to pull Mike and Mama out of the car before it burst into flames. "PAPA! NO!" Mike screamed, but I was running towards the limp, lifeless body of my baby brother.

Mama was on the phone, calling for help and holding Mike, over by the burning car.

I rushed over and picked up Tyler's body, and rocked it back and forth, crying, trying to wake him up. Mike didn't know Tyler was dead, he wasn't old enough to understand. But I was. "Tyler, no, no, mi hermano, no, por favor, volver! Vivir, Tyler!" I cried, still cradling my baby brother. "Te amo!" I shouted, one final time. I laid his body back down, and fell to my knees, screaming, not only from the immense pain I was in, but from the loss of my brother and father.

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I woke up crying and screaming, with the only family I had left sitting next to me, rubbing my back in sympathy.

"Another one about them?" Mike asked, sadly.

I nodded and sat up, attempting to dry my eyes. I had been having nightmares about the crash since the day it happened. They had subsided, until last year, when Mama committed suicide, exactly nine years since the crash that had ripped my brother and father away from us. Since then, I'd had them at least once a week. Mike had had them more than twice a week.

"Me too," he whispered, hugging me tightly. "Can I stay tonight?" he asked. He only asked if he could stay when he knew we both needed the company to keep us from doing anything stupid. I nodded again, and laid back down on my bed, still sniffling a bit. He laid at the foot of my bed, and curled up. I looked at the clock, which read 3:46 am. In less than three hours, Mike and I had to get up and endure 9 hours of hell, commonly known as public school. I sighed, thinking about all the bullying I'd get for my newest scars, which I always tried to cover up, but the jerks at school found and pointed out anyways. I knew Mike went through the same torture, about his breakdowns due to PTSD from the car crash when he was 6 and I was 8.

What I didn't know, was that the next time we went to school, we'd meet two people who would change our lives forever.

Notes

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