The last five days felt like shit. The doctors were running tests on me on the first day checking if everything is right. They said my heart beat was a little slow but everything else was fine. Staying in the hospital brought back dreadful memories.
Once in a while, when I tried to sleep, I would see my mother, laying the hospital bed after a heart attack. When I was in her room, I would just stare at her, hoping that any second she would come back to me. To pass time, I would draw or read to her, or sing to her, wondering if she was listening to me singing “ Love Of My Life”.
When I was about to leave the hospital on the second day, I looked through the window that wasn’t covered and saw our world. Destroyed. Houses, highways, stores, everything. Some people built huts so that they can some how be protected by anything. But the thing that got to me was the look on everyones faces. Angry. Sad. Worried. Anxious. Confused. None of their faces were happy. I think they were all thinking about how this happened, because I was thinking the exact same thing.
Now, on the third day, I woke up with a cramp on my neck. I was using a rock as a pillow. Comfy right. My mother and I were also living in a hut. Everyonce and a while, my mom would leave to get food, and I was alone. I mainly thought about my dad. I didn’t cry but I just wanted to feel the comfort on his arms, and hear his calm voice saying It’s going to be okay.
Not everyone believe what their saying. They think that they are just saying that to hide you from the truth. But in my eyes, I don’t think about their words. I just think about the position their playing. How are they going to explain to their children about our world being crumbled, and our world ending? But I also think about their warmth. How they would just hold you and never letting you go.
Back to reality. Today. I am just writing a story on what seems like paper. It kinda calms me down. But I just wish there was a piano in the room. I love to play the piano. It something that I need. I just want everything to go back to normal.
Out of nowhere, I am in a different place. What the hell. How did this happen? All I see is an abyss of darkness, the one thing I dread most. Don’t be scared, Ernestine. I start walking but nothing happens. Wait. What is that.
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The Four Elements Of Life
Fantasy16 year old Ernestine Crawford has never been a normal child. No No. After a huge earthquake hit, the whole world was very damaged. People have to live in old tents or huts just to survive. Many people compete for what is left in this world. Like I...
