"Mammy, please come out from there! Mammy!"
Six year old Lucy Panther was screaming and crying, stood amongsty all of the Police and Medics, helping out a horrific scene right in front of them.
"Please Mr Alex Officer Sir, help get Mammy and Daddy out from the car," she sobbed, rubbing her damp, green eyes with her small fist.
"Don't worry Lucy. We'll get them to safety."
Lucy stood there, tears pouring down from either side of her cheek, her nose running from her nostrils, but she could not care less. She wanted her Mother. She wanted her Father. She wanted both of her parents. She was petrified.
Her twin brother, Jack Panther, stood alongside her holding her left hand and stood slightly in front of her, protecting his three minute younger sister. He didn't want to get her to get hurt. He wanted to defend her.
They were both holding a blanket each which was warm around them from the stony night air, they both received from the Medics, keeping tight hold of it with the small hands.
The night sky was obscure and gloomy, due to the rainy weather, bouncy the droplets off the floor, creating several puddles around the place.
The blue and red flashing lights were flashing everywhere. There were several police cars dotted about; ambulances were close to scene in front of the two children and along with some fire engines. There was a number of people were nosing about the awful scene they were witnessing and were deeply upset for the two six year olds.
There was a car, crashing gruesomely against the tree. The front half of the red Corsa was mushed and cluttered together while the back was bent and had some scratches. The beeping from the car was high, while the car lights were flashing on and off; ongoing.
There were two adults in the front seats, who couldn't move a muscle. The woman's legs were jammed, mixing with what was in the front of car, while the man was barely conscious. His head was bleeding in red liquid, flowing down from his head. He was dizzy. He felt sick.
He turned his head, slightly to the red and viewed his beautiful wife. He smiled at her, even though his face was in pain, as well as his body. He couldn't feel his right arm or right leg.
The woman was crying but kept her calm for her children, who were safe with the police officer, which she was very thankful for.
She knew what was going to happen soon. She knew she wasn't going to make it. She was losing too much blood from her legs and the pain was unbearable. She squeezed her husband's left hand. She wanted comfort.
The paramedics and firemen, trying to help the two young adults, who were in their mid-20's, escape the vehicle before anything unpleasant happens, tragically.
The two children were screaming for their parents to get out of the vehicle, but it was too late.
The car ignited in yellow and auburn, burning with a depressing, dusky smoke. The tree started to burn, when several firemen came along with a hoarse pipe, spraying it was full force water.
Several people scream and the children were the loudest.
"NO. MAM, DAD!" they both bawled, running towards the burning vehicle but several adults stopped and grabbed them, before them too, were doomed for.
They cried and cried, adults were hugging them, trying to comfort them, knowing it's not working.
"I'm sorry," one said.
The fire in the distance was burning away into the showery, depressed night.
- - - -
Several days later, the children were sent to a foster home after the funeral, but couldn't stay for long, due to being so young.
Neither of them wanted to go or get separated but life wasn't fair with them.
Several months later, police found out it was some sort of animal that cause them to crash. They found claw marks but that's it. They tried to figure what happened before the accident, but the kept going round circles. That was the last they heard from the topic.
They tried making friends during their time at the foster home.
Nevertheless after days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, they finally turned seven years old, only they couldn't celebrate it with their parents. They visited their parents' grave. It was their wish.
A few days later, a couple that couldn't have any children, saw the twins, but couldn't afford both. She fell in love and had chosen the boy.
She didn't want to leave him, but had no choice. She stayed, he left.
That was the last time she ever saw him.
A year later, she turned eight and two months after a foster family, who had a son, came and accepted her to the family. She thought it was her brother.
She was wrong.
She was happy about finally getting a family.
She was wrong about that too.
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