Oblivion
I open my eyes cautiously, my arms still cradling my knees, my whole body still shaking.
Even though I was in the fridge, It wasn't the coldness that was making me shake.
I slowly open the door a crack, half-expecting for an intense heat to kill me instantly.
When nothing happened, I opened it fully, and stepped out, pins and needles covering every inch of my legs. I stomp my feet forcefully on the ground, trying to get the tingling out of my system.
Then I see the damage.
The town that was once my home is desolate and cold, rubble everywhere, small piles of fire still coming out here and there.
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head.
This can't be real!
Scalding hot tears starting erupting from my eyes, and I fall to the ground.
I didn't think that the explosion would have done this much damage.
Sobs start to wrack my body and I look around the ruined town again, blinking the hot salty water out of my eyes.
I slowly get up and observe all of the damage....
Could I have stopped this? Could I have helped? Is anyone alive?
My sobbing has stopped, but more silent tears are still steaming down my face.
I look around again. Ruined towns, dead bodies piled around, limbs sticking out of the rubble.
I try to run but I stumble, falling on my face, and blood starts to slowly drip out of forehead.
I get up and start to run again. I don't tumble over again, but I run in weird patterns, never running in a straight line.
As I run tiredly, my thoughts flashed to my family. Where were they? Are they alive?
But one thought still lingers in the back of my mind, slowly growing and twisting my emotions.
Who did this?
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Short Story"i have loved the stars too deeply to be afraid of the night." in which a teenager writes out her thoughts and feelings in rants, poems, and short stories.
