It was so cold that my breath fogged up the glass. I locked my door, just out of habit, and kept my eyes focused outside. Trees whisked by, as if running in the opposite direction as they were heading.
“How much longer till we get there?” I asked, tired of being in the car. After awhile there is no position nor any amount of shifting that will cure your discomfort. It becomes unbearable.
“Not that much longer, dear,” my mother said, giggling. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
A light rain began to patter the car, streaks of water obstructing my view of the beautiful green landscape outside. In the front seat my mother was shuffling about, distracting my father.
“What in heavens name are you doing?” He asked her, a smirk on his face.
“Nothing goes better with rain than classical music!” She laughed playfully. Finally she found a CD case with what she was looking for and popped one in. It started to play and her and my dad smiled at each other. He reached over for her hand and held it to his mouth, kissing it. It was a beautiful moment. I was happy for my parents.
Until my heart was in my throat, that is. In front of us lay dozens of enormous fallen rocks blocking the road. There were a couple of cars ahead stopped a little bit away from where the rocks lay.
“Oh wow,” he said, quickly hitting the brakes to slow down.
Except we didn’t. The car kept going. He pumped them, but nothing happened.
“What the-?” He said. I could hear the panic in his voice. My mother turned to him, panic evident in her eyes, their beautiful moment shattered by this impending disaster. He pulled the emergency brake the the tires locked, screeching.
The car hit some black ice and started spinning. The force of the spin pinned me to the car, like an insect to a bumper. We got closer and closer to the cars and rocks, closer and closer to being smashed.
I could hear shouts outside of the car. A few seconds later, someone was at my door.They spoke to me, but my brain didn’t register. I was in shock.
In the front, my parents were still. The windshield’s glass had shattered as well as my mother’s window. My father seemed fine but she had cuts and scrapes all on her. Some people, the ones from the other cars, I assumed, opened our doors. They checked us out, making sure we were okay.
A series of loud CRACKs whipped through the air and everyone froze in place. We looked up in horror to see more rocks falling down.