The life of the Spirits.

Chapter 4

Cassie pov narrating

My vision was all a blur and my mind was filled with worry. I was motionless nothing of life could clear my mind. Was my sister okay, where was everyone, were they all safe, did our parents know what happened, what happens next, how many inocent people were dead now, did i do this, was it my fault? These were the questions running through my mind. I could barely see who it was but someone, bent down picked me up and then placed me on a stone stretcher. It was cold and hard. As he roled me through the brush i looked around to see patches of fire everywhere and flamethrowers held by people burning evidence of the terist act. I tried sitting up but i was pushed back down. My jeans were torn up and my new shirt was burned and black instead of white. Luckily my boots were still okay and my scissors were still in them. I closed my eyes hopeing that it would keep me from crying but it didnt help the tears fell to my hair and across my eyes. I wasnt crying from the clothes, i was crying from the worry and the pain in my heart, i couldnt help it, they flowed faster and faster. I was put in a dark van, it was pitch black in the area where they put me, i couldve sworn i saw the symbol of Ericross on the side of the van but my vision was blured still and my mind could have been playing tricks on me. The van instantly started and zoomed away. I figured I might as well sleep to save my energy just incase something happened. When i woke i could easily see that i wasnt in the darkened van anymore. The room was bared on the windows and the room was like a little kitchen. I got to a sitting position, and looked around. Thankfully my vision was clear now and i could see everything. I picked out some voices and only recognized one of them it was a little girls voice. SYDNEY'S!