Five Deaths

I remember the events that occurred that night with clarity. The sight of the expressions plastered across the faces of those I love. The smell of the carbon monoxide leaking into the cab of the car. The ghastly noise released from the vehicle. I remember it all as if it happened yesterday, its only been a year though. We were on our way to Oklahoma to visit my uncle, the car was only a decade or so old so there was no way we'd have known that it was going to fail. It was about midnight, and the moon shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the night. It all to me happened too slowly. The smell came first, and then the fear. I thought there must be a gas leak, and I could hear my parents talking quietly up front. Their voices shaking, not putting me at ease. There were five of us crammed into that little car. My parents, siblings, and me. When they noticed our worry my parents took their eyes off the road for a second to assure us that we would be okay, not paying attention. Just then something ran out in front of the car, causing them to swerve off the road. The awful noise, and the smell surround me. We run off the road and drive through a steep ditch, causing the car to flip over. I feel light headed and exhausted, and next to me my siblings are crying. I want it to end, and it does eventually, we slam back into the ground upside down and the world goes black. When I wake up I am the only one to remain, four tragic deaths. But still to this day I believe that there were five deaths that day.