It Was Nine O'clock

I was reading in my bedroom, but it just felt odd, sinister almost, so I went downstairs to check the time, it was eight to nine. My parents and sisters were already asleep, they must have been exhausted, so I sat down with a biscuit and turned on the TV, the ground shook. I went outside to have a look, but there was nothing outside, so i went back in and sat on the sofa. It must be the volcano, I thought. It had been acting very strange recently, so some volcanologists came to observe and check the volcano last week, but it had been dormant for years, so they left. Before they left, they came to school to talk to us about what they had been doing but we didn't understand a thing. I carried on watching the TV, EastEnders was on, it was a new television programme from England, it had started in February and it was really good. The volcano, rumbled again, I switched of the television and went upstairs, the odd feeling was back again and there was a deafening silence. It was four to nine.
I didn't want to wake anyone up, but i was scared, terrified. I took a bite out of the biscuit, the sugar was comforting. I remembered when I was younger, I used to get so exited when I came back home from school and mum had got the ingredients out.
A moment of nostalgia, everything was calm but there was a definite sadness in the pit of my stomach.
I decided I would just do some homework to take my mind off things. I went into my room and grabbed my books as quietly as I could, so I didn't wake anyone up. I sat on the sofa and started to do my physics, but I just couldn't concentrate. I switched of the lamp and turned on the main light, that was better. I curled up on the sofa and sat in silence. It was one to nine.
There was another rumble, louder this time and it shook. Everything shook, I felt it from my toes to my eardrums.
It was nine O'clock.

There was a strange gushing noise, so i went to look outside again. There was a massive wall of mud coming towards the town fast. It was full of trees and the air smelt of burning rotten eggs. The mud was full of trees, twigs, and even animals, there was also something sticking out of the mud. As, it got closer I saw that the thing was a person. There was a person in the mud. A person. I wanted to faint. The mud was coming towards me. I Was Gonna Die, Drown, Dead.

Everyone had been woken up by my screaming, and now everyone else was screaming too, some people were climbing on the roofs of their houses. But we couldn't, we had just bought a new house with two stories last week.
Circumstance. Such a strange thing. It could save your life and then kill you on the same day.
The mud was getting closer as the screaming got louder. I didn't even have to watch, not that I wanted to, but the screaming was to loud. Much. To. Loud. I covered my ears and closed my eyes because they were dying. THEY WERE DYING. The wall was coming closer and closer. the screaming was becoming louder and louder. Suddenly it came, like a brick wall. I couldn't see or hear anything, the mud was so dark I could barely tell if I was conscious or not. I ran out of breath and instinctively opened my mouth to take another. My mouth filled with mud, I could feeling going down my throat and filling up my lungs.

I. Was. Gonna. Die.

I blacked out.
I woke up again as they were pulling us out of the mud, I don't know who, 'they' are if you were wondering. I was put on a stretcher and asked something, which is stupid because it was obvious I could hear anything but I was tired so I fell asleep.
When I woke up I was in a white room on a white bed with blue sheets and I was wearing a hospital gown. I was alone. I could hear now, I could hear the steady beat of the heart monitor slowing down. Stopping.

Goodbye xxx