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.