Collision

Part 18

Silence.

It's sometimes peaceful.

It sometimes calms you.

Then there is the other silence.

The silence that roars loudly.

The silence where you are waiting. Praying you will hear a sound

The silence that holds you in fear.

The silence you never want to meet.

The silence we all have to meet at one time or another.

And it's waiting for you.

Yet there is really nothing to be afraid of.

So why do we fear?

We stand alone. Yet were not alone.

Someone is there.

Someone cares.

We shouldn't fear.

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Firas P. O. V.
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I wandered gingerly over dead and uncontious bodies. It was cold. It was dirty. It was bloody. And was alone. My face was tear stained and blood dripped down my cheeks. My hair was coated in dust. My feet were cut and splinters had snuck their way into my heels. I grimaced as pain shot up my ankles as I walked. I tried to keep calm. I had to bear the pain for now.

All that I could think of was how far away I could be from Peter. How far i would have to go to find him. And how he could be on the other side of this now huge world.. And how it could be hopeless. But it had to happen. I sighed as I walked ahead. To my astonishment, someone was walking towards me. He wasn't dressed on the kind of clothes I was used to, it was more like Peter's clothes.

It was a man. He wasnt tall nor short. He looked like he was maybe 40, and he didn't hesitate walking past the bodies. He limped a little, and his leg was bleeding, but he still came toward me.

He smiled. I tried to smile back but my face was stiff from the dried tears. When he walked over to me, I was surprised because he knew my name. I was a little suspicious. What was this guy, a mind reader?

"Fira. " He said taking my hand. I grimaced and he seemed to notice. "I know you don't know me. But I know who you are. " This guy seemed really creepy and I was ready to run. "You know Peter Hansen though. " I slowly nodded, though I wasn't sure if I should have. He smiled. "I'm his Father. " I gasped. I wasn't sure whether to believe him. "How do you know who I am? " I studdered. "A dad knows his daughter." I saw tears fill his eyes. They started to some in mine, and I almost was believing. "Father? "