The traffic was heavy tonight. Is it because people are heading home from work? Or... do they know that—something terrible has happened?
A thouht flashes through my mind — maybe all of this is just a cruel illusion. But... is it true?
Among the cars rushing by, one car catches everyone's attention. It wasn't because it was good-looking or anything.
But because that car... had just crashed into a family crossing the highway.
"Why..."
What happened to that family?
Why—I couldn't move my body?
The sound of an ambulance approaching could be heard, but it remained. My body lay stiff. What had just happened? Why did my body hurt so much?
Whose family had that car just hit?
I saw blood flowing down my arm—then down my leg—then to the ground.
Shards of glass were flying everywhere, and an explosion could be heard coming from the direction of the car.
"Why..."
"Why did this happen?"
My vision was blurry, my head hurt so bad, what happened to them?
Why... were people looking at me with such pitiful face?
Where's my father?
Where's my mother?
Where's my little sister?
Why—were they lying on the ground like that? Why is there so much blood?
And...
Where's my best friend?
Is she... there too?