This is just an idea that I’ve been writing about… I’m not sure where I’m going with this though. I’m thinking that it’s too dense right now that it might confuse the reader. It’s the first draft, so i’m not too worried about it. Critic it or suggest what is good.

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I saw the tear drop fall from my mother’s brow onto the ceiling of the car. It was oddly beautiful reflecting the subtle rays of the bright red traffic light in the clouded night. It was like blood, shining, beckoning to my dark soul. My mother’s black hair looked unrestrained as it hanged from the top of her head like tangled vines in a deep jungle.

My body ached horribly as a hundred nerve cells burst with burning  sensation with the slightest twitch of my right index finger. I moaned lightly. What happened? I thought. I was hovering over broken glass bound only by my seatbelt. I was confused with the orientation of my body in the car. Seeing the night sky below me, I soon realized that I was upside down. The car must’ve flipped over, I concluded. A few seconds later I brought my hand to release the stressed seatbelt. My hand, numb.  My bruised head, now oozing with warm blood. I moved my body as uncomfortable as it was to open the passenger door and crawl my way out of that calamity, that hellish accident.

I turned around to see my mother again. Her cold painted face was like a mesmerizing mosaic, with small glass jewels from the shattered window shield righteously puzzled into her plump flesh.

My father’s head could not be seen as it was hidden by a shadow under the night. But I could guess at what had happened because drips livid and  glistening as oil ran upside down his shadowed face, blood.

“Thank God!” I hesitantly sighed. “Thank you LORD! It’s over. It’s done.” Then I remembered that my sister was still trapped inside. I forced myself to go back into the abyss inside the blue BMW.