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I stand in front of my family grave.

To tell you the truth everything is like clicking fast forward on video for me, all blurry and focusing in and out.

I remember a few police officer came to my room after my outrage and filling me in about the accident.

It's a case of hit and runs they said. Yeah, of course, it is, isn't it?

A truck driver is speeding up at the four-junction our car passed and looked like he didn't see the red light because of he to drunk from all the alcohol he drank before driving. All is cliche for the glory.

Both my parents and little brother died instantly. Something I grateful tough, they didn't need to felt the pain.

But both of my sister not that lucky, or in fact, they are lucky that they don't die instantly? but is still the same result in the end. They die because pain trauma and that needs to hurt a lot and thinking about that made my heart sunk colder.

The police not going into details of the condition of my family body, again something I think because of my condition. I don't know why but I felt that is better if I do not know about it, to stop my agony further.

Actually, the police said they have some clue of the truck driver identity but they said it will be hard to track and crack the case.

After some information asking and filling from they part were over which are not much, they went out from my room.

I remembered that I suffered fractured limb and ribs, some crack on my scalp and some nasty wound that scattered inside and outside of my body. For walking, If I can that is, I will need a wheelchair or the assist of a crutch.

Almost all of my body wrapped up in bandages. And for your information it hurts and itches at the same time, most of the time itch overwhelm the hurt. All of the wound felt hot and warm sometimes too, maybe one of the quirk of body attempt on regeneration.

I remembered it's really hurt to walk, each steps felt like I torn my wound open but I need to bear the pain to attend my family funeral.

After two days in the hospital, I push my body to stand on my own feet. I will not disgrace their funeral by sitting even if I still need the crutch. I will stand by my own legs, at least to convey to my family that is 'okay', they must not worried about me. In fact, it is my duty to worried about them.

And that needs one week to be actually realized.

I remembered my distant relative is helping with the preparation of the funeral. They already cremated when I still hospitalized but the funeral held after I gone out of it.

All of the cost is covered by the insurance money, with a lot to spare for my future needs, some lawyer said that to me when I ask about the payment and it's looks like my uncle will hold off the money until I old enough to manage the money by my own.

Really.. a lot of things happen around me at a really fast pace. I felt overwhelmed by all the information that suddenly crashing in, too many things for me to process. It's felt this is just a dream, it's not felt real for me.

I just standing with a crutch on my left hand and my family portrait on my right with a blank look on my face.

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There is a lot of whisper from the funeral attended.

"Such tragedy... I can't imagine how his future will be... such a poor child..."

Whisper of pity.

"How can this happen! How many accidents have been taking good people!"

Whisper of anger.

"No Shinobu... Rina... Nanashi... Yuri... Akira... Why did this happen?.."

Whisper of agony.

It's all heard by me. Until all of them go away gradually leaving me standing alone on the grave.

I looking at the grave and each name carved at them and then looked at the portrait in my hand.

Tendou Shinobu... my father. He wears black-rimmed glasses, a black almost grey hair because a white strand of hair mixed in and the hair is pulled back. He has warm brown eyes.

Tendou Rina... my mother. Her brown hair is tied into a bun on her head, not completely bun like usual but dangling a little at her neck. Her eyes are blue because she is half Japanese. She had fair skin but not pale, her skin has a healthy glow in them.

Tendou Nanashi... oldest of two sisters. Has a higher height from an average height her age. She has brown hair until her shoulder and a light brown eyes. She is kinda tomboy but has the girlish bubbly charm.

Tendou Yuri... my youngest sister. She has long dark hair that reaches her hip and her eyes are brown like chocolate. She is a calm and quiet type, a girl that will prefer a book than hanging out.

Tendou Akira... my little brother. Our little sun that always moving from one place to the other place. He had brown hair and blue eyes like the sky.

And lastly, a teen standing on the portrait beside the car is me.

Tendou Shin.

I have black hair and blue velvet eyes.

I can see a warm smile on our faces at the portrait. It's taken the morning before the accident.

I can feel that I holding the crutch handle really tight until my knuckles look so pale from the pressure taking away the blood in my hand.

I don't know for how long I standing there watching the picture. I think I will stand there forever if not for my uncle calling me off that is already night.

"C'mon Shin-ya. We need to prepare and move on, on our life. It's maybe cold and thoughtless to say but it's da truth."

I see a rather young man with long black hair and blue eyes like me, but his eyes are like aquamarine instead of a velvet blue. He is a rather laid back person and looked unreliable. But he is a reliable man nonetheless despite his looks.

"I know uncle. Give me a sec..."

I giving one last longing look at the grave and holding the portrait tightly before walking away to follow my uncle.

He is already sitting in the car and waiting for me.

I walk to him holding the crutch tightly. It is slow but surely I walking to the next destination.

With my dangling feet.

"Let's do it."

The wind is blowing as if answering my call and I swear I can hear a whisper. Not like the whisper that I hear all day. It is a pleasant one.

It's said.

"Go..."

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