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Every little Thing

The days have gone by one by one and all I can do is remember.

I can still see the beautiful, crisp meadow I used to dance in and the relaxing feeling as raindrops streamed down my face and body leaving me soaked but happy. The scent of all the flowers coming into bloom and the sadness I felt when they all wilting and died in the bitter cold of Winter.

There have been more days like this, when I got promoted and was able to rent an apartment down town but they weren't the same.

________________Time skip to 2 years before______________

"Cammie?" my mother called. I had just made my way back from a day in the meadow and I was bursting with happiness. "Yeah?" I replied, opening the gate and stepping onto the pathway which would lead me towards my mother.

As I made my way into the house I noticed a glass of water standing on the table. I walked over to it and stared into it seeing ripples exploding from the centre.

Before I could shout out 'Earthquake' my mother and father were next to me, guiding me quickly down to the cellar, We hadn't had an earthquake in years and years but when we did it was always a big one.

"Argh!" I screeched as the classic antique bookcase in front of us fell sideways and blocked the door to safety.

"Quickly, Cammie, Get out of the house and run towards a big clearing of some sort. Go! We'll be right behind you ok?" My father shouted, barely audible above the noise of furniture crashing over and dishes breaking. I nodded and turned away hesitantly. I didn't know what would happen next but my dad has never let me down before.

I ran and ran until I reached my meadow but I was horrified to see that it was now on fire. Flames leapt high and I screamed. I couldn't let this happen! I searched for the source and saw a little cabin on the tree line that lead into the woods, smoke escaped its roof.

"You can't save it now." Someone said from behind me. I sobbed but managed to keep running, away from the horror in front of me. Away from home.

_______________Time skip the present________________

It is two years later now and as I said before, I remember every little thing, every detail, every painful loss and every stab of pain that came at me when I couldn't save her.

My father made it out alive and managed to pull a lifeless body out with him, my mother.

He still comes to see me but he changed when she left us, he became angry at anything that once belonged to her yet he still cares for me and loves me as a father should but I can tell he is still in pain. So am I.

But I am proud of myself and all that we have accomplished together. We are leading a new, great life that I am proud to say is mine.

And when I grow old, I want to remember every little thing.

**************************A/N***************************

Hey there people,

This is Xmzz1497X (Usual author).

Sorry if this chapter is rubbish but I enjoyed writing it!

The next chapter will be written by either me or my sister!

So yeah,

I hope you like this.

see ya next time.