The Fatal Experience

She looked at the car as it disappeared in a cloud of dust, and she knew things would never be the same.

That hot summer afternoon when the sun was laying low Sasha and Adam were busy arguing and furiously debating on who got to use their bright yellow and orange family car. Each one of them were reasoning who should be the rightful one to get the car. Their mother was red with anger. Her light-coloured skin had turned red. She was irritated and very annoyed. She told them to play a game and that the winner got to take the car that day. Adam won the game. He went to get ready to go out with his friends.

Later that day when it was getting colder outside Adam got out of the house to go to the mall with his friends. Sasha insisted to go. Adam refused to let her go with him. Adam jumped into the bright coloured car and sped off. Sasha saw an unusual amount of smoke coming from the car. All of a sudden, the car went up in flames with a bright yellow colour. The car had not gone far, Sasha felt the immense heat wave. She froze where she stood in shock of what had just happened. She shouted and started running towards the car She hurriedly took out her old and out-dated phone and dialled 911. The authorities, fire department and ambulance came within minutes. She stood there continuously praying, hoping her brother was okay as tear drops slowly slid down her cheeks.

She could not sleep that night; her brother was paralyzed and in a coma. She kept thinking that only if she had won. She regretted all the mean and hurtful things that she had ever said to him. She could not accept that her brother was in the white, dreadful hospital room, not knowing what happened. She could not endure it. She knew that things would never be the same, and she blamed herself for it.

Months had passed, her brother got out of coma. Though he was out of coma he could not walk, talk or do any physical work. It was a very fatal experience.