Nightmare

I’m walking through the forest; I wish I’d stayed at home. I’m not safe. Something’s not right, the fresh forest air has become polluted and the world around me is eerie silent. Then I hear it .

A SCREAM!

A CRACK!

Before long ,I’m running. I stop to catch my breath, tears rolling down my face. I realize what’s happening.

Creeeeak!

A tree collapse inches for where I stand. I look around one last time , I see my home destroyed.

Darkness

An earthquake!

I sit up, sweat pouring down my forehead, relief washes over me. No earthquake, the ground is still. I hop out of bed to get a glass of water. I stop. A buzzing. It’s getting louder and louder. I rush to the window.

No!

Not again!

Buildings tremble and quiver under the force of the earth. What if this time it’s the end.

In a blink of the eye 

i was lost boy scared of evrything i remember my mother said “go my boy i will see you again”i never did, I wonder the streets looking for someone to aid me. I found no one, ifelt like the only one on the planet. the crows feasting on the bodies of the opend eyed dead and bricks falling like the buildings did and the words help me and no way out spray painted on the walls, it looked like a forest with no tees or a zoo with no animals. I manege to find a place to lay my head and go to sleap maby I will wake up and all this will be a dream.

I try to find my memories but there under all the ruble.

Helpless;despair

I look around were I stand and see distruction roming the streets, while my helpless tears roll down my face turching my dirty hand. The streets are covered in rubbish and bricks of destroyed buildings. I feel a feeling I have never fleltbefore, I am loneley Know one is around me, I feel lost I dont remember were I live.If I have any were to live.

alone;empty

Should I go home and find my family? could they be alive. But were would they be, in the park, in a shattered house.I will search the streets and find the people I use to know.

I will find them.

Tears falling,

Sirens blering,

Memories gone,

But before…

When before was standing

when before was a place you could go to

The earth shook. she ran. ran from the crumbling memories. From the terror.

As walls fell,

Hard steel buckled,

But she ran. ran to. Ran to the saftey. The saftey of the open.

Tears falling,

Sirens blering,

Memmories; gone

And travelling to a place.

But this place is different.

Because before had crumbled.

It had fallen to now. But fallen through.

It first happened when I was ending my mountain climbing, the transparent snow floating down from the sky onto my ice-cold body, my aching bones heaving and trying to get back to civilization. A single tear rolls down my cheek, while my body collapses to the ground. That’s when the earthquake started.

Dizziness hits my brain and tells me I’m going to pass out. The impact is like a rough stone just got thrown straight to my skull. The I realize it’s not just me.

The ground starts to form cracks around me, while towering trees collapse, causing the cracks to widen and cause a ravine. I leap to my feet, breathing every breath as if it’s my last. Once again my muscles give up and I start to see  the ground getting closer and closer to me. First I feel nothing, then i feel a burst of agony surge through my body as a sharp branch impales my leg. Pain surges through my body while more tears stream down my face.

Then the pain starts to fade, and my vision gets blurry and weak. I don’t  know if this is the end, but all I know is that the pain in my leg could be the death of me.

Isolation: emptiness.

A girl staring into the distance watching her father’s office building tumble to the ground.

Her lifeless eyes, so plain. Her mind forcing her not to believe it’s real. Her feet covered in scars and blood.

Salty tears trickle down her face and fall to the rubble below that was once a home; her home.
Losing so much in less than ten minutes: feeling like she should give up. Feeling like she has lost hope.

Her dad, who she once loved, has gone: he’s gone. An icy dagger stabs right through her heart. Her home, a soul she once cared for, all gone at the same time. Forever…

The ground shook again: darkness!

Danger roaming the streets.

Cracks appearing on the earth.

Will it ever end?

Finished. He was absolutely empty.
A lost boy sitting on the jagged rubble; once his home. Not just a building or a house, no a loving home with people that cared for that young boy.
That little boy was shocked; just in complete disbelief . He had ripped clothes, dusty hair, lifeless eyes and a touch of blood at least almost everywhere.
His sorrowful eyes glaring into his lost memories. Now wrecked just like his home, Almost identical . Everything was now ruined just from a natural disaster. Now he knew the real meaning of what a natural disaster can do to your whole life and how it can massively affect you. He was mesmerized at the destruction. He thought that he knew what he had to do , find his lost memories. He tried but they were completely lost just like himself he did not know what was real and what was not anymore. He did not even blink.
He was just cowering away in a corner trying to take in what had just happened he was rocking back and forth, it seemed like he was never going to stop. All that I could see inside of him was a little boy crying out for help.

Devastation; loss.

I  look round, tears roling down my  face. I ‘m neglected. But then I see a hand reach out to me.  I carry on stariring into all my brboken memorys.  I picture what had happend this morning…

It’s all calm, everyones going about their day. I feel, I feel somthing shaking, should I move or should I stay were I am. I look down and see a crack appering in the ground. I didn’t care at first.

Suddenly  everyones paniking . I dont remember much after that: I only remember never seeing my family ever again.

I hear a voice “ Are you ok.”

I start crying, i didn’t mean to.

I look down and remembered the hand and answered “ No.”

I went with him, he asked me again when we got to a safe place  I replied “Yes.”

my life started to change at that moment.

Disbelief; neglect!

A feeling I have had before, but not like this.
Nothing to say, something to see; the sight of a vulnerable boy, now losing his grip on the handle of life at the speed of the tear trickling down his cheek.

Him being me, me Sanjay Patel.

Lost,

as I walk through the tron ruble, I am isolated. Surrounded by what use to be my home. The rough wind brushes agaimst my face like brustles on a broom.cold tears of pain swivels down my face. I am innocent.

In m hands I hold what is left of my cherished memories. My emerald persing eye’stair into the dark , emptiness. Iam helpless.

the memories of when it all happened still haunts me. I am trapped. I sand with shock. I don’t know what to do. all my feelings are bottle up.what is that I am feeling?

I am lost for words.