Storm
I remembered everything… after everything went black on that day.
I regained consciousness a few moments after everything went black and the world was a haze of noise and pain. I could hear voices, urgent and concerned, and the distant wail of sirens. My body felt heavy, every movement a struggle. I blinked, trying to clear my vision, but the world remained blurry.
I felt hands on me, helping me out of the car. The acrid smell of smoke was still in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. My head throbbed, and I tasted copper on my lips. Slowly, the world started to come into focus. I was lying on the ground, paramedics bustling around me, their faces serious but professional.
My dad's voice cut through the haze, a steady presence that grounded me. "Storm, can you hear
