Last night.

It started as part of a dream. The loud crashing noise. The screams. The sound of breaking glass. As I slowly woke, the sounds became louder, more urgent....and I realised that it was more than just a late night party in the park. I ran outside the front door, and took in the scene across the road. The overturned car. The shirtless boys yelling at each other. The screams coming from inside the car. The young girls, bleeding and crying and wandering around aimlessly on the road. I waited for what seemed like an eternity on that phone. Waiting for someone, anyone, to answer the cries for help. They all started arriving at once. The police cars. The ambulances. The rescue vehicles. Trying to make sense of a scene that didn't make any sense at all to me. Why were these children, dressed up as adults, driving around in cars late at night with people they didn't know? Who would supply these kids with alcohol at such a young age? And why, oh why, do these kids think that they are unbreakable? I will never forget the blood. And I will hold my babies just that little bit closer, and pray that they are spared from the scene that I witnessed last night. TTFN xxx