"It's getting dark and it's all too quiet. And I can't trust anything now."

-Taylor Swift

It was October tenth, that was the day my life officially fell apart. I'd lost my brother two days before, and it was on the day of his funeral.

"Are you ready, Sweetheart?" I turned at the sound of Dad's voice.

"Yes." I replied, taking in how red and puffy his eyes were. He'd been crying recently, and it made me want to cry.

"You're mother is waiting for us. Come on." He was refusing to look me in the eye. I let him lead me from my small bedroom.

"Dad?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

"Hm?" Dad looked straight ahead.

"I'm sorry." I spoke softly, leveling my eyes with the floor.

"For?" Mom was coming down the hall toward us. Dad held his hand out to her.

"For not helping him." I whispered, that was when they both looked at me; Alarm was written on their faces.

"Sweetheart, no. Jacob was in a bad place for a long time. He decided he couldn't take it anymore. There is no way that him doing this is your fault." Dad spoke fiercely.

"Then why won't either of you look me in the eye? You can't tell me that at least a little bit of both of you doesn't blame me!" I looked between the two of them. They shared a long look before Mom spoke.

"Mia, the only person we blame is Jacob. You didn't force him to sit in that car and shut the garage. He did it on his own." Mom had tears glistening in her eyes.

"But if I hadn't fought with him and hadn't run out like a child-"

"Mia, he was probably going to di it had you done nothing." Dad said, shaking his head.

"We need to go, but Mia, it was not your fault. If Jacob could, he'd tell you the same thing." Mom said, pulling dad and I out of the house.

As soon as I had my seatbelt buckled, we were pulling out of the driveway. I was an abnormally warm day for it being October. The winds were strong and leaves from the trees were flying around.

"Mia, how about tomorrow we go shopping? You need some new clothes. You've gotten taller." Mom said, turning around in her seat to look at me.

"Mom, the only thing that grew is my boobs and the empty space in our house." I said, staring out of the window.

"Oh, we could go to Victoria's Secret!" Mom smiled, shaking her head.

"That'd be cool." I said, smilling back. I could really care less about shopping, but I felt like it would upset her more if i said no.

Dad turned to looked at me. If he hadn't turned to look at me, maybe he would have seen the kid run into the middle of the street after his ball.

"Dad!" I screamed, and he whirled around. Dad swirved around the kid, but that didn't give him enough time to see the other car coming. It smashed into Mom's side of the car. Our car went spinning, then flipped three times.

The sound of crunching metal and screaming filled the air around me. Broken glass cut my skin, and I slammed my eyes shut. I was all over in less than a minute.

"Mom? Dad?" I groaned, trying to move. I opened my eyes. My seatbelt was locked in place, the car was on it's side.

There was nothing left.