It all started with a simple drive to Aunt Billie's house. I was in my room listening to some music when mum called. "Come on, Mel! We're taking a drive to Billie's house!" Mum and Dad were always trying to get me to go with them to my Aunts house. She kinda sucks.

I walk downstairs to see Dad waiting for me at the door. He smiles and gestures for me to join mum in the car. Because of the small snow storm last night, the road was a bit damp. The drive to Aunt Billie's house started off great. We were singing and talking until a rusty, blue ute came screeching around the corner. It hit a block of ice and skidded onto our side of the road. Just like that, the car tumbled for what seemed like forever until it came to a stop, a big, crushed mess of what used to be our car.

I scramble out of the back seat through a hole in the roof to see police cars and ambulances pulling up around the scene.

The ute was fine. The driver, too. But, unfortunately we weren't. Dad was hit first. An instant death they told me. I see the paramedics putting his lifeless body into a black bag. Mum was a mess. She was thrown across the road, the skin on her face scraped across the black bitumen. I saw bits of grey mush lying on the asphalt, pretending not to know that it's her brain. She looks like something out of a horror movie.

I only had a few scrapes and bruises, the doctor said that it was a miracle that I didn't die. I wish that I did die.