March the Third

And how to say what happened next? Are there any words for it? Are there any words to describe how a world can be torn apart in five minutes?

What would have happened, I wonder, if I hadn't nearly been late? I wouldn't've seen it, that's what. I wouldn't have been there. I still don't know if me being there was for better or for worse.

If she'd died that day, I don't know what we'd've done. I don't want to know.

I was scared.

That's the only way to put it and the absoloute truth.

I was more scared than I'd ever been in my life.

I still am.