nessun dorma

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Submitted: April 25, 2018

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Submitted: April 25, 2018



The cold of the outside was in juxtaposition to the warmth of the car, heated by the radiator that was on full blast. Snowflakes hurled themselves down from above, creating the blizzard below. Windscreen wipers frantically swiped away, revealing the twisting lane ahead that would lead to the holiday cottage.


Father hummed along to Nessun Dorma, which was playing in the background. Mother was resting her hand on her forehead, waiting for the song to be over- she hated opera. I was waving my hands around, pretending to be a conductor, when the car spun out of control and hit the tree.


I remember the sharp pain in my stomach, and the dull ache that followed. I remember the ringing in my ears. I remember raising my hands to see glass shards digging in and blood dripping out. I remember waiting, and screaming.


When I woke up to white walls and blue curtains, they said I’d dragged Mother and Father out the car. They said they found me, waiting in the middle of the road, surrounded by blood and snow. I don’t remember that. 

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