Dear Diary,
I can't believe that it's actually true. A lot of the things that come out of the mouths of our leaders are often rubbish. Why is it that this one thing is actually true? How can this actually be the last day on the place I call home?
With glistened eyes, I held my frail mother in my arms for the last time. Both of our sobs joined together to form a big puddle of pure, raw emotion. Our fingers entwined, with our finally goodbye, and I could already feel my heart breaking into a million pieces.
Her death was inevitable, she was fighting an incurable disease, but how could that mean that I had to walk away from the one person who has been there for me my whole life? For as long as I could remember, I felt her presence by my side. I remember how she used to hold me when I cried, how she stood up for the people that were bullying me, even how she kissed my forehead one last time the night before, like she was predicting the future.
I hear a shout telling me I have to go. Standing strong, we find each others eyes. I wasn't going to leave her. If she was staying, I was staying, and I could see it in my mothers eyes that she knew that too.
A pair of strong arms pull me from my mom before I can stop them, but that didn't mean that I didn't put up one hell of a fight to get back. Even when her form disappeared from my vision I was still kicking and screaming. I even drew blood from the arms restraining me, but they never let go.
"Please let me go." I plead trying a new strategy. As I look up at my capture with puppy dog eyes, I see the one person that would never fall for my act. My brother. Anything else I tried would be a waste of my energy. My face turns into a pout as I give up. Getting dragged onto the ship, he only let me go as I was securely strapped into a seat. Not a word was said, but I knew our mom made him do it. She knew I was going to try and stay. He may not show it, but he was breaking down inside just like me.
Take off was immediately after we both got on board; exactly on time. I may not want to admit it, but if I stayed another second, I would of been left behind. It may be terrible, but I'm thankful for my brother.
Looking around, more than a fourth of the seats were empty. The people belonging to the empty seats could of either got caught up or chose not to go. Either way the pilot of the ship didn't care. If they all had their way, they would of left everyone behind.
A million screams, from the young, fill the enclosed space. I tightly grip at the seatbelts to try and support myself. Around me the ship was violently shaking with a rumbling noise. My breath starts to become shallower. Somewhere in the background a baby starts to wail.
"One," I say under my breath closing my eyes. With the word I try to imagine myself back at home safe in my mother's arms.
Softly, a pair of hands caresses my sun-stricken hair. I'm cradling back and forth, my arms wrapped around my head. The world was closing in. Any second and I'd be killed. My breath becomes labored. It was already forcing the life out of me.
A pair of arms grab me breaking me from my cradle. I scream. The world was closing in faster now. It was a struggle to even get one measly breath in.
"Shh." A voice says and my head gets put into my mother's chest in a calming way. Trying to let off a scream, it was impossible. All oxygen left my body.
"It's okay darling." I don't make out my mother's words, but I feel her touch. It was like claws ripping at my skin. I try to rip away, but I'm held securely.
"...One." I make out this word, but it doesn't make sense to me. Continuing to thrash, I start coughing violently as I use the last of my oxygen.
