Her G.O.A.T. (On hold)

When the world comes crumbling down

Carribean, three years ago

It was hot, so sweltering hot the air was shimmering on the tarmac she was was standing on. 

Exhausted Mara pushed some hair off her face. 

She was literally standing on the pieces of her life. The life she knew so far had ended just two hours and roughly 40 minutes ago.

Sighing she stepped on some glass shards, crumbling them under her sturdy work boots she thankfully had donned on when she was looking after her horses. 

It wasn't if her life so far had been all butterflies and daisies. But this, THIS exceeded everything. 

Desperatly her eyes moved over broken windows, fallen trees, broken walls, piles of stones and dust with sharp metal bars poking dangerously out of them. 

"Joder, qué demonios." she muttered under her breath. 

The amount of helplessness she felt made her angry. And admitting that she felt like that made her even angrier. 

If her eyes would not have come to rest on her two younger siblings Rafa and Ando walking next to her with shocked and frightened eyes, she would have just lost it and screamed. 

"Come on, guys. We are almost at home." she said tugging them along.

She would have screamed LOUDLY. At least she could have released some tension from all the stress and overload. But with her shocked brothers that would only make things worse. She needed to keep on going.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed back her angry tears and prepared for the horrifying feeling she had felt when they approached their home. It would not be any easier inside the house. She needed to get it over with. 

"You can do it! You must!" She scolded herself.

"Stay here." she said sharp to her brothers. 

Her only possibility to manage with all this would be to stay strong, stronger than this useless stone that used to build a solid food-thick wall. As strong as crystal-clear diamond. 

One step. Another one through the door. Already her path was blocked. The terror sunk in and nagged at her. 

"Nana?" she called out. Nothing.

Painstakingly she forced herself through the room bellow broken ceiling beams and wall debris. 

"AAAtishoo" the dust made her sneeze. The sound resounding hollow in the former entrance hall.

Sceptically she looked at the stairs that led upstairs. It looked not safe, not safe AT ALL. 

No, she decided against trying the stairs. Her grandma would not have stayed upstairs during a fucking earthquake! She was rarely upstairs during the day anyways. 

The hall on the left side of the entrance did not look as bad even though nothing was were it should have been. Picture frames laying on the ground. Again she was listening to the scrunching noise of her thick boots walking over glass shards. 

She glanced in every room, nothing but chaos. 

Not that she was big on swearing. There was just nothing else that made sense right now. Fucking unbelievable chaos: Broken walls, broken furniture, shards oh for fuck's sake all these scrunching shards. 

"Nana? Are you here?" she shouted again.

Her grandma usually was somewhere around the kitchen at this time of the day. To prepare some of her beloved vegetables she grew just behind the house in a sheltered garden. 

Maybe she was lucky? Maybe she was outside when disaster struck?

"Yea, Mara. Sure. As if you would ever be so lucky..." she mumbled.

She tried to keep her hope down. Nothing worse than hoping and then getting crushed by reality. And the chances were grim.

Her heard sunk, when she realised that the kitchen was quite the dangerous place to be. It was full of razor sharp knives, heavy pans and even the porcelain would break into dangerous shards when falling down. 

Fear carried her on, over a large toppled side-board, around the corner and into their rusty farmers kitchen. 

And there she was. She saw her immediately lying half-way under the large wooden table in the middle of the kitchen.

"NANA" she screamed with tears running down her face, not being able to keep them at bay any longer.