BANG! The loud crash shook the car and frightened me, my wife, and my two kids. We were in the car and a pickup truck slammed into the side of us. My wife swerved off into the ditch. My two kids and I were injured, but okay. My wife on the other hand, had taken the full force of the hit, and was dead. We mourned and mourned, until the first responders found us.

    We were pulled from the car, but I knew, this was just the beginning, of the tragic series of events, about to happen. I tried to escape the ambulance, to confront the man in the pickup truck, but the split second before I was pulled back in, he was long gone, farther than the eye could see.

    I wanted to run free, to see if my children were okay, but I looked down and saw my leg, gushing with blood that I couldn't feel, until now. The ambulance raced to the hospital, and all I could hear was the sirens, and I passed out. Next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed, and my children were next to me, okay.

"Dad! You're awake!" They cried out in unison.

I looked down to see my leg bandaged with bandages that were soaked in blood. Not fruit punch, blood.

"Where's my wife?" I asked the doctors.

"She's dead, I'm sorry, but we need to stitch this leg." He replied.

    I cried while they stitched my leg, not because of the physical pain. The mental pain is what I couldn't endure. My children cried with me, and soon enough, I was out of the hospital, and at home. My house isn't big, it's a small apartment complex, and VERY fragile, remember that. My job is a CEO of a manufacturing company, which hasn't taken off yet, so that's a bummer. I planned my wife's funeral, with the little money I had, and it was just enough.

Speed forward two weeks, I'm at the funeral, and as if that guy from the pickup truck is trying to kill me, I see him aiming a gun at me from afar. As I hid behind someone, switching places from an elderly woman, she gets shot in the head. Everyone is now panicking, asking, "Who shot a gun?" and "Who killed that old lady?" and I knew, that I was in trouble. Big trouble. I started to quickly exit the cemetery, but got stopped by a man in a black suit.

"Excuse me sir, I'm leaving." I say. But as I look up at his face, I reel back. It's the man from the pickup truck, the man with the gun. I sucker punch him and grab my children, and I run. I get to the car and I drive away quickly, but he follows me, his eyes look so mad, they could ignite into flames at any moment. I take a sharp right turn onto the highway, and try to drive to Missouri, from Kansas, that might take some time. I can't stop, I look in my rearview mirror. He's coming. I speed up, but so does he. I don't have time to think and---- BOOM!!!