Blood.
The taste lingered on my tongue as I breathed in air.
No, not air.
Ash.
A burning sensation ran up my left arm awaking me.
"Vic?" I coughed out the words. "Mom? Dad?" The words came out more hoarse and frightened when no reply was given back. I licked my lips again to taste blood hanging at the tip of my tongue. Everything was so blurry that I began to slowly move my right hand around to find something to feel. A soft-like material came upon my hand. It ruffled into pieces when I started to rub it between my fingers. In curiosity, my eyes could not help but open to a sight I wish I could forget.
The sky was filled with clouds of blackness. As if white clouds cried droplets of rain, these black clouds sprinkled feathery pieces of ash. They fell quietly into the rest of the piled ashes that surrounded my body. I continued to watch as a falling ash fluttered onto my strapless black dress. It danced against the silky fabric going up and down as if not quite yet sure where to settle.
In wonder, I rolled over to spot the remains of the grand stairways that were the speculator entrance of the house. Great marble columns that lined the room were marked with scary shadows of black. Pieces of remained wood were sprawled across the floor, blending in with the ashes. A huge gaping hole opened up the roof of the house. Windows were cracked and broken along with half burned curtains. Outside, a couple of cars stilled lined the driveway, but instead of the glistening and polished look they would have normally had, they appeared dull and broken down. It looked like a picture from the city of Pompeii after the volcano erupted and everything was destroyed.
I could hear faint sirens drawing close in the distant. The flaring colors of red, white, and blue looked so foreign and strange compared to the fields of grey and black. In exhaustion and confusion, I laid back down to find myself gazing at a ray of sunlight that had made its way through the sky of black. I felt it calling to me, warming me to the bone, and keeping me alive.
"Where are you, Vic?" I asked myself.
"I need you."
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Irreplaceable
Teen FictionVictoria and Margret were identical twins. They were twins full of life, beauty, and prosperity, until a tragic turn shattered the bond held by each other's hands. One twin lived, one twin died. Secrets were revealed that should not have existed, an...
