The Predators

Taylor Winter, an average English 16 year old boy that lived in the United Kingdom that just got his letter informing him that he passed his GCSEs and was about to celebrate at his uncle's house, with his mum and dad taking him there. He was happy because usually whenever anything good happened they would never be there. They were either always busy so they couldn't take him or he was at his uncles house as they were always working till late; he would then get a taxi home.

"Taylor we know you don't like your cousin but Johnny had to come it's your future we are celebrating for so the whole family is going to be there." His mum turned around and stated.

But this time it was different, he just thought of all the moments they he actually spent with them, and there was one or two, his birth and the meeting with his schools head of behaviour. Suddenly, his thoughts were stopped by a massive collision, bonnet to bonnet, between his car and a truck. The impact shattered their cars windscreen and surrounding windows, but also his car shuddered backwards with such force that when the car collided with the trunk of a tree the car bent.

His vision went slightly black as his body started to shut down, he heard five sets of sirens. The next minute he knew his parents were being extracted from the car and then so was he, he was in the ambulance separate from his parents and the other already went but there was no one but the driver in it. The paramedics were still dealing with his mum and dad.

Then the saddest moment in his life came at him, a coroners van just pulled up and twobodies were wheeled in the back and it leftjust like that, the bodies' identities took the impact and it shattered their skulls and spines.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the hospital and another two days for him to heal fully. But the next thing he knew he was at his uncles obviously so tired from the therapy, they all greeted him so happy.

"They clearly haven't heard what happened yet." Thought Taylor.

He stormed past them, angry and upset. He was so angry as soon as he was at the room he usually stays in, he swung at the door and broke a hole straight through it, the wood splintering his hand. He opened the door and just flopped on the bed. No one came to see him, the only person that ever came and saw him when he was angry was his dad but that wouldn't happen again.