DAINARA ARMETTE
Why did this happen? Why me? What did I ever do? I still ask myself that everyday, and I'm starting to believe that I'll never know the answer.
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I was motionless. My ribcage felt like it was about to shatter. My ears were ringing, and I was in an immense amount of pain. I was so confused. What had just happened? Why was there so much smoke? I stood there for a moment, completely still. Then it hit me. They were gone. They were dead. Mommy and Daddy were dead. I didn't want to believe it, but as I saw the bloody, charred bodies of two young adults being carried away in blue bodybags, I knew that they were gone.
A little girl, about 4 years of age, clung onto my shirt and sobbed. I looked down at her, who was this girl? Wait. No, I know her. She's my sister, right? Boketto Armette. Yeah, that's it. I should do something. I knelt down next to her and hugged her tight. She crumbled in my embrace and screamed. I winced, but remained silent as we sat there, sirens wailing around us.
Sometimes, I can still smell the scent of rotting flesh, and hear the cries of a broken child.
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WOOOO I FINALLY MUSTERED UP THE COURAGE TO WRITE THIS FUCKER! CAN I GET A YAY IN THE COMMENTS PLEASE LMFAOOAOA
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