Vynessa's POV
My senses feel clouded, as if wrapped in a thick damp blanket. In my head, fragmented memories jump up and down in a messy state, flooding me with more confusion and fear.
But of all the memories pricking at my brain, it's a scene that stays on replay, causing an ache in my head
The crash.
The sound of screeching tires, the stench of burning rubber– It's all I can see, all I can feel.
Mom... Dad…
Those names fill my head in my own screams, overpowering my reasoning.
Blurry faces swim before my eyes, distorted by tears and terror. I try to reach out, to grab hold of them, but my arms are way too heavy, unresponsive. My voice is a silent scream, trapped in a throat that won't obey me.
Why can't I move?
Why can't I speak?