Breaking Point

One breath. One heartbeat. One glance. That's all there was time for. There were flashes, loud crackling sounds, and screams. It was the screams that stood out to me. Each one, unique in sound. Yet they came together, Like a harmony. Disinent though. You never think these things will happen to you. You hear of it all the time, but no. Not to me, my friends, my family. Yet here we are, and it's my fault.