The Book Is Started...

Hello, people! I'm very proud to say that this is my first post! I'd also like to say that i am starting a book! I'm not sure what i'm goging to call it yet, but just read! maybe you guys could give me some suggestions!

I remember it clearly, the day my mother died. we were driving down the road, my whole family. i was the only child, just ten years old. my father was driving, my mother in the passenger seat, and me in the middle of the back seat. it was raining, with cloudy skies and a thick layer of fog covered the ground. i remember the driver of the huge truck that hit us, saying he couldnt see, but i remember the truth. he was drunk. i remember the screams as i felt a heavy impact on the front end of our car, and the pain on my neck as the seatbelt tightened. i remember the sound of the tires swerving off the asphalt, and into a ditch. and as the airbags blew up with a popping sound, i remember the snap, the one on my right side, the one from my mother. as soon as the police were called, the ambulance arrived, but there was no hope for my mother, as her neck was broken. i remember the the next few days, the days of sadness, the days my father was in pain. our loss caused a fall in my grades, my father was fired, and he seemed to be not caring about life any longer. i lived with my father six painful years after, dealing with the nights he didnt come home from his erends, the days he spent crying, wailing over and over, that it was his fault. I tried to reassure him, tell him that it wasnt his fault my mother had died. but he didnt listen. A couple of times, he would throw anything near to him, smashing it on the walls. He had gotten into this rant one day, when what was nearest was a picture of mom. he picked it up gingerly, cradeling it in his fingers. he took that picture out side, and walked. i tried to stop him, but he kept on going. i tried to tell him that he was the only one left, the only person left that i loved. and it was true, all of my reletives had already died, i had no friends, and i had given up on god a long time ago. but he pushed past me, and walked straight into town. i called the police, telling them that he was leaving, and i pleaded them to help me. they soon found my father, standing on a bridge above a large river. they tried to coax him down, but he never came. he jumped of the bridge, picture in hand. the police found him, floating on the same river, dead, hours later

I know, I know, its pretty depressing. But I promise, it WILL get better!