Survival

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"MOM!" I screamed for my mother.
She came rushing in.

"Whats the ma- " Stopping in the middle of the sentence as she looked through the window.

"Oh my god. Get your brother. Ill pack a bag for us to leave right now."

I hesitated, still in shock that our country would turn on its citizens with bombs. Bombs!

"What are you doing!? GO!"

I hurried down the hall, turning into my brother's room. As I was running, I slipped and fell slamming my ankle against the corner of the door.

OW! MOOMMMM MY ANKLEEE!!!

My ankle felt like it wad being pricked with millions of needles. It hurt like heck, but I forced myself to limp into my brother's room.

"Sissy, are you okay?"

"Yes I am fine. We need to go. Now!"

I picked my 5-year old brother off of his bed and limped towards the hall to meet my mom.

She had packed a backpack with a few cans of food, 5 water bottles, a flashlight, some money and her phone.

Frightened and worried the 3 of us rushed out the front door and looked down the hall towards he rest of the apartments.

People were running around screaming, paintings were knocked down, someone lay unconscious on the floor, everything was a mess!

Forming a human chain with me, my mom and my brother we made our way to the stairs; the elevator was jam packed.

"Who's up for running down 12 flights of stairs?" my mom said, trying to sound positive.

I groaned and started making my way down while holding my brothers hand.

We ran down the stairs as fast as we could. There were about 7 people in front of us, rushing to get out as well. The ceiling started caving in and the screams of innocent people could be heard all around.

As we neared the door to the exit, the people in front of us rushes towards the door and ran straight out.

Shots were fired by a soldier.

Their lifeless, fresh bodies collapsed right in front of the door.

At that moment, my family reached a new goal in life. Not too raise a family, or reach a high career level. Not too volunteer to gain community service hours, or beat Level 10 in their game.

It was too survive. Simply survive.

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