Burn (Finished! Working on sequel!)

The Flash: Ages 18 - 20

Cars and trucks were turned onto their sides, sand had blown everywhere. Ashes blew everywhere. Police and fire truck were everywhere trying to put out the flames. This explosion had wreaked havoc. That's when I remembered: Mom. I had to get back to her.

"Diana!" I screamed over the wind and noise. "I need to find me Mother, she could be in danger!" She nodded, staying put. She understood the dangers of this, just as much as I did.

The grief and anguish and pain that had consumed me more then ever, after seeing and going through all of this, really was a pain. It hurt to watch your family die. It hurt to leave someone you live. It hurt to lose a friend. It hurt. Everything in my live, ended up with pain.

That's why I had to save the last thing that gave me happiness. My mother. I ran around falling trees, which were burning, and many people who were hurt, or dead.

I couldn't bear to see all these people, so I kept that tiny shred of hope that she would still be alive. She had to be. I kept running past collapsing houses, caving in roofs, people screaming looking for loved ones or friends.

I needed to focus. Just go to the hospital- She's likely there. Don't panic, Emerson. Your a big girl. Let all the pain and misery go away, and focus on getting your mum back. There was another loud explosion off in the distance. Near the hospital. I started to lose hope, just to sit in the middle of this deathtrap, and let the flames consume me.

But there was no chance. I willed my body to take steps. They were limp unwilling steps, but I was getting somewhere. A house collapsed behind me, and I felt those searing flames hit the back of my neck. I screamed out in pain, grabbing the back of my neck.

It stung badly, but I had to keep going. It took about a day and a half, but I made it. There were very few survivors. I called out my mothers name, and out of one and a millionth of a chance, she replied in a meek and tired voice. She took her hand, brushing it against my cheek. She was getting old and worn down. Her skin was cracked and quite thin.

Her breathing was thin. "Mom...?" She looked at me with those same kind eyes I saw when I first looked into her eyes when I was born. "E-Emerson..." Her voice started to trail off. "No. Mom, I can't loose you too." I choked up very quickly. I started to cry, tears dropping onto her face.

"Mom...!" My voice cracked at the look she gave me. "You know what, Emerson?" I sniffled, looking at her. "What...?" She gave me a weak smile.

The last words that came out of her mouth were the painful words, the words that I never understood, Those words that lingered in the back of my head. "Life isn't...fair." She started breathing heavily, shaking. "Mom! No! No, no, no..." I shook her.

She lay limp with her eyes wide open, looking up at the ashes. I buried my face in her chest, seeing if there was even something that resembled a pulse. Nothing. My last piece of family- gone. I have nothing now. I then noticed a knapsack that she was laying on. I grabbed it, opening it up. I gasped loudly, holding a hand over my mouth as tears streamed down my face.

"She got the baby-book..." I murmured under my hand. I held it to my chest, clinging onto it. Hyperventilating, I opened it, looking inside. My first haircut, First word, everything was in here. All the way to age eight. Then it stops. "Mom, Daddy..." My voice creaked. Buildings collapsed around the small area of people and doctors.

I stood up, placing the baby book in my mothers limp arms. "If I'm going to live like this, I ought to do it right."

***

Three years later, at the age of 23, I think I was finally able to take all my anger and rage and channel it. Into taking out all the anger out on my own. Personal. Slave.

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(Sorry this chapter was shorter than the others!)