#WritcoStoryPrompt10
The car swerved around the sharp mend giving a narrow miss to the on-coming bus. That... That was the day I lost my will to speak.

Two years later and I still won't speak. I can't and I won't. "Hey Yasho!" Demitri called out.

I looked over, ignoring him and walking away as I made my way into the building.

I walked past the front desk and to my therapy room, sitting down at the table as Mrs. Kaine stared right back at me before she began talking.

"Yasho, tell me about the crash again, will you?" Mrs. Kaine suggested.

I reached out, grabbing paper and a pencil... writing down the story.

It was raining as the sound of water could be heard splashing on the window sheild. "One bottle of beer on the wall. One bottle of beer! Take it down, pass it arou-" The sound of the tires skidding stopped our singing as the car made a narrow miss of the bus, but hit something so hard that the car lost control and flipped.

I looked around when the car gave up, seeing my parents crushed bodies as I finally finsished with... "no more bottles of beer on the wall."