Sirens

We where about one hour or so away from the camp site, Jessica was watching a movie or something on her phone, and Owen was half passed out on my shoulder, I had finally managed to control my motion sickness. We had been driving for so long that my legs began to get stiff and numb, luckily we where on the highway and on our way to a nearby gas station for a break. The roads where fairly calm with a couple cars here and there so my Dad was able to use as much of his new Porsche Cayenne's power that my Mom would allow him to. My mom turned around to ask me "How are you feeling sweety?" I slightly rolled my eyes as I didn't like being treated like a child anymore since I was 18, but I knew my mom was one of the only people who really cared about how I felt, "Fine mom don't worry" I replied "Okay my boy, just let me know if you start feeling sick.". My Dad was about to say something to my mom when we all heard a 'crunch' almost as if something had completely crushed the front end of the car. Time felt like it slowed down completely, all I knew was that there was a lot of glass and blood, I could only guess that my dad had hit another car, but I didn't see anything in front of us at all. The car had flipped onto its head, I tried to undo my seatbelt but both my index and middle finger where broken completely, in fact, my legs where also broken and so was my left arm, and I could feel blood pouring down my face, I tried to talk to my brother who was sitting in the middle next to me but he wasn't moving, no, he wasn't breathing. I came to realize that none of them are, they where all dead. In that same moment shadows began to morph around me creating a sort of cloak to cover my eyes, my body went completely numb and I slowly passed out to the sound of nearby sirens.