Dear Diary,
I'm still recovering from the traumatising mess of yesterday. I lost my dog and my dad. I can't actually believe that they're gone. My only memory of my. Great grandad is gone, too. An old stopwatch. I guess at this point I should actually write what happened.
It was like any other day, really. The sky was it's usual misty grey. I was reading my favourite book, well my favourite trilogy. Catching Fire. I was at chapter four when I heard a loud clap of thunder, I put down my book and looked out my window. The sky was the same colour as charcoal and the trees were swooping to the side, like they were being dragged by the branches. I hurried downstairs and hugged my mother...I was scared, ok?
She was crying, but she knew what was happening. It was a tornado. I didn't know how to react, all I could do was cry. She told me to get everything that was important to me. If only I could have brought my dog, too.
I picked up my photo album, birth blanket and an old stopwatch that used to belong to my great grandfather. I can remember running to the school gym with my father, but I saw what no other child should ever witness. The strong winds threw a metal barrel at him...it flew right through him, taking the middle part of his torso with it. I saw the blood, the bones but worst of all I saw his heart crushed by a piece of dirt. The last thing he ever said to me was, "stay strong...for your mother." I think he saw the barrel heading towards me, I know this because we swapped places as we ran five seconds before it killed him. Of course the dog WAS following us...I know because I heard him yelp.
I looked at my little dog...I saw the large piece of wood pierced in his leg... I carried him to the gym. When I checked on him an hour ago I felt him draw his final breath. That's all I remember from yesterday, but it is enough to give me nightmares. Tomorrow all of the families are going to the hill where the tornado started, to mourn. I'm not going, I'll be gone...why should I stay when I know I'll be depressed. Mom is coming with me to the pearly gates (I hope). Today is our last day of depression...all I can write now is...
Bye.
