Chapter 7

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We walk away from the school. What school anymore? There is nothing. I got Lizzy out and we walk down the littered streets. We can't recognize houses. The poles labeling the roads are gone. Both of us are completely zoned out. By grief. By terror. By loss. We both have seen our dearest die right before our eyes. I look up to see where my house would be. It's wiped flat. A pile of tooth picks. Splinters. Mom and dad did not make it. I know this by the neon yellow flag in our leftover lawn. Orange means it has been checked by officials and yellow means a death.

I choke on my own breath and sink down to my knees along with Lizzy. We cling to each other, knowing we're all we have. I move to sit in here lap as she holds me while we cry and mourn our parents together.

The ache in my heart is unbearable. It feels like the devil has ripped my heart out. I'm an orphan now. Lizzy isn't an adult so she can't be a legal guardian. We're orphans... I look up again and see my house. This storm. This storm! This storm took Jenna! This storm took my parents! It made me a homeless orphan! I stop crying. I ball my fist and stand to my feet once more. I look at my house and adrenaline goes through my veins and escapes out my mouth. I scream. I scream loud. I'm so frustrated by what this storm has taken from me. It took away my life. The people I love. It showed me the things that I should have never needed to see. It will haunt me the rest of my life. My heart beats so fast. I can't take it I fall unto me knees and weep. My weakness cannot be concealed. I glance toward Lizzy and she's so very over whelmed. I can tell by the way her panic attacked has affected her to the point of puking up her guts. I have a dangerously ill sister. Dead parents. No friends. No life.

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