Chapter 2: The Protagonist? Part 2
"Luck... you have to survive."
His mother's voice echoed in his ear. Fragile, pained.
Luck jerked awake, but he wasn't on the couch anymore. He was standing by a wrecked car, smoke filling the air.
His mother was trapped inside, blood soaking her hair.
To her left his father's body was pinned between the seats, unrecognizable, crushed beyond help.
"Mom!" His voice cracked as he rushed toward her.
He yanked at the seatbelt, twisted metal biting into his hands, but she wouldn't budge.
"I'm gonna get you out. Just hold on!" He pulled harder, fingers bleeding from the force.
Nothing budged. The sharp sting of gasoline burned his nostrils, warning him time was running out.
"Get out of here, Luck... save yourself ..." Her cough was weak, blood speckling her lips. Her hand reached for his, but it was getting colder.
"Please, stay with me," he begged, clutching her hand tight. Tears blurred his vision.