#lowdowndog

"Kid!" He hissed out and grabbed the steering wheel, sharply turning the vehicle away, effectively causing the truck to crash into the side and not the driver's door. The collision rattled his skull. His fingers slid from the wheel as he was jerked to the right.

Numb tranquility spread from his chest.

Closing his eyes, he smiled. He'd join his family.

It felt like he was flying through clouds of glass and crunching metal. Darkness intermingled with screams of the past enveloped his mind. Reality became indistinguishable from nightmares. But he felt detached as the image of his sister's veins emptying on his pallid skin replayed like a silent film. A rushing ocean in his ears deafened him. The world was spinning and a pressure on his chest assisted in his drowning. He grew lightheaded and allowed himself to fade.

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He came to, gasping, and frantically grabbing at the seatbelt cutting into his neck. They were hanging upside down, his leg felt twisted and pain shot up the core when he moved. He didn't care. Pain meant he was alive.

Bones cracked as he turned his neck towards the other. The image of his sister overlapped. He was thrown back to the past and couldn't escape. "Len..Leni?" Blood, deep and red, fell from matted hair to the windshield. He could feel the ghostly heat of foreign blood soaking his flesh.

Eyes widening, he screamed. "No!" Not again. His hands were shaking too hard to get the belt undone. The buckle was jammed. He cried out and tried grabbing for his sister. "Wake up, Leni!"