Alone

Chapter 1: I, the little helpless bird

My life was like any other teenage life a 16 year old girl would have ( well almost ) . Until September 11 1998 where it all started. By the way I'm called Isabel Glatib but my friends call me Izzy and my story started on a normal Saturday morning. My last week before graduation. I had just woken up from an unbelievable night and already, my mum was talking about how fast I was growing. "Oh hunny! please don't forget me when you'll have a life of your own... Or a family to take care of! "
" Mum! Stop it! " I complained for the thousandth time that morning.
"What's up?" Asked my older brother Erick as he majestically soared down the stairs all the way down to the living room - where mum was braiding my hair carefully as if her life depended on it.

" Nothing..." I mumbled underneath my breath, annoyed. Erick was just a year older than me and he had all the freedom he could ask for. On the other side I was the helpless, weak little bird bound to be with her parents for all eternity whether I liked it or not. I mean, I was 16 years old and still, I didn't make it to my first concert yet! What was I suppose to do? Tell all my friends that I'm that lame person that still didn't go to a freaking concert?! IM a teenager! It is a pretty big deal if you didn't go to a concert yet! But my mum always has to say the same thing every time: " Do you know how old I was when I had my first concert? Twenty-two!!! So stop moaning like a three year old and start acting a bit more like your age!" Yup. That thought made me want to burst in anger. I stood up sharply. " I have to go take some air,"
" wha-"
"Relax mum I'm just going down to the beach." My mum sighted. It was as if she knew this was the last time she would see me. At that time, I was pretty normal about it since it was what my mum constantly was doing... It was like a routine. But the way she said it that day, I don't know how to describe it, but, one thing I knew was that it REALLY was making me feel uncomfortable.

The good thing about my house: one, it was small and cozy. Two, we have enough rooms for me and Erick not to share one. Three, it's cozy and small. And four, well, it's close to the beach. It was about 50 meters away from the house, and trust me, If it would of been even 1 millimetre further than that, well, I'd be trapped in my house for good. Now, so we don't get confused, this wasn't one of those sandy beaches, oh no. This was one of the beaches with giant, heavy, black boulders staked on top of each other. If you ever got to know me you would know that the place was my mini paradise. I lazily slumped on to a smooth black rock ( yes I know, how "lady-like" is it to slump on something! ) and reached out my hand into the cold crystal clear water - tickling the tips of my fingers as I brushed them across the water-line. The water rippled flawlessly. I wondered how it felt being so perfect. I had so many imperfections... Wouldn't it just be easier to be water?

Suddenly, a sound of banging drums echoed through the land, waking me up for my daydream. I looked up. A drop of black ink had filled the entire sky with terrifying storm clouds. I could almost make out two pairs of blood-thirsty yellow eyes in the depths of each of the flying black smoke clouds starring at me, eager to see me die ( or something similar to that ) . Out of nowhere came down a blazing strike of lightning right in front of me. Giving me a heart attack, I looked up at the horizon. Alerted. And there I saw it. Soaring towards me. Unstoppable, neither frightened. It was the tornado. The giant spiral of air immediately sent chills down my spine as I stared at it advancing in my direction. At that moment, it was as if time had stopped, like it took its time to take a break just to let me realise what was happening. To let me know what type of destiny was ahead of me. Death.