Shattered fate

   The brightness of a light reflecting off white walls stung my eyes as I awoke from a darkness. "Where am I?" Peering aimlessly about an unfamiliar blank room. I was completely naked underneath a hospital gown, draping over my body as a curtain. But why on earth was I clearly a patient in a hospital?

   I closed my eyes tightly, pressuring myself to remember what may have possibly occurred the previous night. An unconscious mind lingered as it whispered to me, "Something happened, something bad." Something bad? How awful could bad realistically be? If I was awake and able to produce thought and awareness of who and where I was, I must be alright, am I not? I grabbed at my temples fiercely, playing around roughly with my memories. Think, remember, think harder! What was I not remembering for God's sake?!

  That's when the memory ironically hit me like a crash. The road. The slippery ice. That horrible blizzard. Our car, how it had spun as a tornado. The dead on crash. Myself, and Isaac. My entire body began to tremble as if I was in the presence of The Devil himself. Gasping helplessly for air, I was trying so desperately to take hold of the nerves and calm the beating rhythm of my heart, pounding away.