Epilogue
My name is David, though most people just call me Shay. I'm sixteen years old, one of the best artists in school; and I, have a problem.
Heading home from my family vacation, we were in a car accident; killing my mom, my dad, and my older sister. The last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out was myself. A red line, oozing blood, went diagonally across my face from the top of my left eyebrow to my lower right jaw line where the wind shield shattered. The thing that really stood out though, were my slate blue eyes. Reflected in them was the pain and fear I wasn't feeling.
Heading home from my family vacation, we were in a car accident; killing my mom, my dad, and my older sister. The last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out was myself. A red line, oozing blood, went diagonally across my face from the top of my left eyebrow to my lower right jaw line where the wind shield shattered. The thing that really stood out though, were my slate blue eyes. Reflected in them was the pain and fear I wasn't feeling.