I’m lost- empty. I’m alone- there’s only me and a pile of torn rubble.

Blood is trickling down my leg, and it stings, but there is no doctor to help me, it’s all destroyed.

I am sitting on pile of fallen rubble that I used to call home- sitting on a pile of fallen memories.

People in England. Their lives are perfect. Why isn’t mine? As I am thinking of how my life turned out to be, I think of my parents and how their lifes have turned out to be. They’re gone forever. And right now, I want to be gone forever too.

Tears start to trickle down my cheeks. Then I hear footsteps, then a voice.

“James! James!” The voice said.

“Evie? Is that you?” I exclaimed.

“Yes! It’s Evie, your sister!” She replied.

She ran over and fell into my arms.