All I saw was a wall of fire. I had to move quickly. I saw a window and took it. the grass might not be soft enough for me, but the babies should survive if I do this correctly.
I positioned the babies so that I would take the fall head on and they would take as little damage as possible. And then I jumped. My only thought was that these girls were too young to die. And this is my last deed. The ground looked soft as it rushed upon me. The air blowing my long brown curls around and the blur of buildings. Then "SMACK!!" I heard the babies crying and sirens and everything went black.
I was seeing the world for the last time from third person and I saw that the babies were fine and my body was being carried away. The crying parents arriving and the bystanders watching in awe. A stranger to most died that day as their hero, and their friend.
THE END....
BINABASA MO ANG
The Dead Survivor
Teen FictionHello, I am just another woman that died.Some say I was too much of a survivor, living on borrowed time. Others say I was a hero. I say I was born for a reason, to help. -------------------- Hi everyone this is just a short story that I wrote becaus...
