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The old radio plays incohearant songs, the green tree air freshenerswings aimlessly from the mirror, a single fly buzzed near my mother's window, fighting for freedom. My white thongs sit on the floor of the front passenger seat, freed from my feet about an hour ago. The passenger window is open to its limits, my blonde shoulder length hair billowing furiously around my face. I sit, my feet on the chair, my head in my arms, tears silently making tracks down my face. My brother is jumping around the back seat unleashed from his seatbelt screaming joyfully at the top of his lungs. My mother, as always sits driving the car, keeping her eyes on the road ignoring everything that was going on around her. The only words she utters is to tell me to wind up my window as it starts to pour. I obey reluctantly, sometimes i wish i could stay in the rain , to run free with not a care in the world, Where noone can see my tears. I know its improbable but one day i shall be free. Free to run, free from my responsabilities, free from everything. I am jolted back to reality when my four year old brother pounces one me from the back seat and sits huddled at my feet, in absolute terror. The car swearves again, you cant see a thing out the front window even with the headlights on high beam. The wind had gotten so ferocious that it was spinning the car out of control. I pick my terrified brother up off the floor and wrap my arms around him. the car swerves again so violently the car door on mum's side is blown open, mum just manages to get it under control. Ethan screams, tears of fear create tracks on his once angelic face. the next violent jolt hits with such force that mum is thrown out the swinging car door. "MUMMY!!" Ethan screams squirming out of my arms to get to his mother hanging precariously out of the car door. I just manage to grab his ankle as he tumbles from the door after his mother by the force of the wind out the door. I pull him back inside the car, buckle him up in my seat and lunge unsuccessfully for mum as her fingers slip on the wet door. She's gone. I can't think about her fate now, i need to get in control of the car. I close the drivers door and slam on the brakes tears streaming down my cheeks as the car slides from one side of the road to the other uncontrolably. A 13 year old shouldn't have to do this, a 13 year old can't drive, a 13 year old can't save lives. Eventually the car came to a screeching halt. Ethan had managed to undo his seatbelt and went slamming into the front dash board. I hear a bone crunching crack! Then silence. Terror makes my throat go tight, i've never been this terrified in my life. Terrified for the life of my brother, terrified about my mothers fate, terrified of living alone. My father had left us when i was Ethan's age and never shown up again, my mum was the olny one i had left. That was until she had a one night stand in torento with a man known by his street name as snatch. Nine months later Ethan was born. Four years three months and two days later to this day he may be dead. I refuse to think of the possability. Disregarding all concern for my safety i reach for the door handle and blindly into the dark. Within seconds my denim jeans and blue t-shirt where completly soaked through. My blonde hair clung to my scalp water weighing it down. I can barely walk due to the wieght of my now saturated clothes. My hand following the line of the car i manage to make it to the passenger door with minimal mishap. The door doesn't wpnt give up its hold on the rest of the car, it wont budge. My fingers slip and i find myself sitting in mud the storm still raging on around me and the foresaken car. Even if i could drive the car there was no way that i could see the road enough to drive without killing me and my brother. Determindly i get up, my pants civered in mud and feel around for the car again. Now i have a dilema, the door wont budge. My four year old brother lay on the other side, where i wanted to be. I drop to the ground again, frantically searching for something, anything that will break this cursed window open. Finally with my bloddied fingertips i find somethingthat may hold promise. From within the mud i struggle to pull up the chunk of concrete. big enough to break the window, small enough not to cause my brother more harm. I locate the window with my free hand, take aim and throw with all my strength. The glass smashes into a thousand pieces. A scream emits from within. My heart nearly misses a beat. He's alive. He may be alive but that doesnt mean he's not hurt. I leap to the broken window between me and my brother. There he is like an angel from heaven. I am so glad to see him. Scrabbling for the lock , i find it, lift it up and open the door. Ethan lets out a suprise dyelp as i grab him into my arms, holding him tight. My brusied ribs and shreded fingers send bolts of pain up my arms, finding their way to my brain making me wince. Nothing in the world could ruin this moment. Nothing. Lightning crashes around us iluminating the landscape. Ethan whimpers and snuggles into my shoulder even more. I climb slowly and carefully into the front passenger seat. Taking care not to bump my bruised ribs and the four year old clinging to my chest.

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The old radio plays incohearant songs, the green tree air freshenerswings aimlessly from the mirror, a single fly buzzed near my mother's window, fighting for freedom. My white thongs sit on the floor of the front passenger seat, freed from my feet about an hour ago. The passenger window is open to its limits, my blonde shoulder length hair billowing furiously around my face. I sit, my feet on the chair, my head in my arms, tears silently making tracks down my face. My brother is jumping around the back seat unleashed from his seatbelt screaming joyfully at the top of his lungs. My mother, as always sits driving the car, keeping her eyes on the road ignoring everything that was going on around her. The only words she utters is to tell me to wind up my window as it starts to pour. I obey reluctantly, sometimes i wish i could stay in the rain , to run free with not a care in the world, Where noone can see my tears. I know its improbable but one day i shall be free. Free to run, free from my responsabilities, free from everything. I am jolted back to reality when my four year old brother pounces one me from the back seat and sits huddled at my feet, in absolute terror. The car swearves again, you cant see a thing out the front window even with the headlights on high beam. The wind had gotten so ferocious that it was spinning the car out of control. I pick my terrified brother up off the floor and wrap my arms around him. the car swerves again so violently the car door on mum's side is blown open, mum just manages to get it under control. Ethan screams, tears of fear create tracks on his once angelic face. the next violent jolt hits with such force that mum is thrown out the swinging car door. "MUMMY!!" Ethan screams squirming out of my arms to get to his mother hanging precariously out of the car door. I just manage to grab his ankle as he tumbles from the door after his mother by the force of the wind out the door. I pull him back inside the car, buckle him up in my seat and lunge unsuccessfully for mum as her fingers slip on the wet door. She's gone. I can't think about her fate now, i need to get in control of the car. I close the drivers door and slam on the brakes tears streaming down my cheeks as the car slides from one side of the road to the other uncontrolably. A 13 year old shouldn't have to do this, a 13 year old can't drive, a 13 year old can't save lives. Eventually the car came to a screeching halt. Ethan had managed to undo his seatbelt and went slamming into the front dash board. I hear a bone crunching crack! Then silence. Terror makes my throat go tight, i've never been this terrified in my life. Terrified for the life of my brother, terrified about my mothers fate, terrified of living alone. My father had left us when i was Ethan's age and never shown up again, my mum was the olny one i had left. That was until she had a one night stand in torento with a man known by his street name as snatch. Nine months later Ethan was born. Four years three months and two days later to this day he may be dead. I refuse to think of the possability. Disregarding all concern for my safety i reach for the door handle and blindly into the dark. Within seconds my denim jeans and blue t-shirt where completly soaked through. My blonde hair clung to my scalp water weighing it down. I can barely walk due to the wieght of my now saturated clothes. My hand following the line of the car i manage to make it to the passenger door with minimal mishap. The door doesn't wpnt give up its hold on the rest of the car, it wont budge. My fingers slip and i find myself sitting in mud the storm still raging on around me and the foresaken car. Even if i could drive the car there was no way that i could see the road enough to drive without killing me and my brother. Determindly i get up, my pants civered in mud and feel around for the car again. Now i have a dilema, the door wont budge. My four year old brother lay on the other side, where i wanted to be. I drop to the ground again, frantically searching for something, anything that will break this cursed window open. Finally with my bloddied fingertips i find somethingthat may hold promise. From within the mud i struggle to pull up the chunk of concrete. big enough to break the window, small enough not to cause my brother more harm. I locate the window with my free hand, take aim and throw with all my strength. The glass smashes into a thousand pieces. A scream emits from within. My heart nearly misses a beat. He's alive. He may be alive but that doesnt mean he's not hurt. I leap to the broken window between me and my brother. There he is like an angel from heaven. I am so glad to see him. Scrabbling for the lock , i find it, lift it up and open the door. Ethan lets out a suprise dyelp as i grab him into my arms, holding him tight. My brusied ribs and shreded fingers send bolts of pain up my arms, finding their way to my brain making me wince. Nothing in the world could ruin this moment. Nothing. Lightning crashes around us iluminating the landscape. Ethan whimpers and snuggles into my shoulder even more. I climb slowly and carefully into the front passenger seat. Taking care not to bump my bruised ribs and the four year old clinging to my chest.