It had been months since it happened.

A cement truck came barreling towards my uncle's car.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion.

Until it had screwed up on the right turn.

All lights had gone out after that, for me.

About a week later, I had woken up.

A doctor with a few nurses came over.

They had told me what happened.

Both my uncle and I survived the crash.

He was in a coma.

I had lost some of my hearing.

My ankle fractured.

Both shoulders dislocated.

A concussion.

With the last thing being a severely broken nose.

The pain was unbearable!!!

But at the same time, I felt completely numb and isolated to all others around me.

Soon my hearing disappeared.

Though the good news is, I obtained hearing aids last Saturday.

Uncle Pete has gotten better since.

"Amanda, sweet princess?" He called, knocking softly on my door.

I hummed in response.

"Sorry about what happened," He sighed.

"About what Pete?" I asked, with distortion, sadly only I can hear it though.

"Never mind!"

I shifted my head to the side, he took his cold fingers and lifted it up.

He scurried out of my bedroom.

"LUNCH WILL BE READY IN A MOMENT!"

"OKAY!"

Voices in my head whispered things to me.

Things that my 9-year-old brain could not understand,

An eerie smile crept across my face.

They thought I'd forget.

But I remembered.

/Ęvérÿthíñg/

Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!