"Children, you heard clearly last night, right?"

The daughters and the the little boy nod.

The mother exhales heavily. "If grandma or anyone asked about it, just stay quiet. I'll be the one explaining things. Can you understand me?"

They nods again.

"I can't hear you." The mother demands.

"We understand, mama."

"Good."

The vehicle is filled with tense silence.
"Children, stay with me." She speaks again, her voice shaky.

And suddenly, the scared feeling creeps inside the space. It isn't just subject 1315, it siblings too.

"You shall know one thing, when you stay with me, we will be facing hardships. Worse than we are in, now. If you.. stay with your father, your life will be easier. You won't have to work hard like when you are with me."

"NEVER."

In unison, the siblings reply to the mother. Soon enough, the vehicle is filled with mingling voices, speaking different sentences at the exact moment.

"We want to be with you, mama!"

"We love you! "

"You won't leave us to him, will you?"

"We will be good!"

In the bit of commotion, subject 1315 sees a lorry carrying giant logs beside their car.

Subject 1315 eyes the lorry from her seat. Uneasiness crawls in as the view of the screen in front of me, now stick onto the logs. They vibrate against each other, too stacked, high and tied only with rope as thick as half of subject 1315's fist.

"Mama, slow down. The lorry."

It tries to overcome it siblings' voices but their voices sunk its.

Then the horror happens.

I watch the logs escape from the rope that bind it.

Terrifyingly rolling to the vehicle they are in.

I hear subject 1315 screams. Hear their scream. Terror and piercing.

In seconds, it knows what is happening. Even when it pair of eyes are shut tight.

The logs goes on, crushing. The sounds of tyres rebelling against the tar, drifting and the burnt smell. Glass cracking and broken.

Shattering.

The scream didn't stop still. The babies deafening cries. The time mutes.

Pain catches in all places of subject 1315's body.

Bright crimson flows out from the cut on the right side of its forehead. Its body bent downside. The roof above have dented close to its head. The smell of logs and blood strong. Sending nausea.

The blood gushes into its mouth parting.

I cup my own pairs of ears. Subject 1315's ear are droning deafeningly.

With hardship, with pain, it opens it blurry eyes.

It recognises the situation like someone dumb. Like someone with no memory.

Between the driver seat and the passenger seat beside it, a log have came through the window. The creased surface of it an inch from its face.

The mother, the elder sister, who cuddled both of the babies.

It watch.

One of the babies plump hand tucking out from under the front passenger seat, clamped with the dashboard.

The mother.

Tears start to dwell down it cheeks. Mind blank, confuse.

It dares it face to its side where three of her younger siblings sit. It seven years old brother is upside down, thrown forward. The same log that killed its two younger sisters crash on half of the boy's small silhouette.

Then senses breaks in subject 1315.

I can't hear anything although the droning have stop abruptly.

I can't hear anything despite the grieving voice of subject 1315, yelling and whining.

God. Kill me. Take me with them.

God. Kill me. Take me.

God. Kill me.

God.

Kill me.

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