December 31, 2009
The sound pierced my ears,
preceding, metal crushing around me.
White blown up in my face.
Sirens squealing,
people screaming,
eyes flutter open.
A soft hand holds mine,
legs have as much feeling as an inanimate object.
Muscles stretch,
trying to pull her out.
Everything's dark, oh so dark.
Crunch, head turns slightly,
a man, grabs me, screaming, puts me down on a soft surface.
Taking a deep staggered breathe, my voice is hoarse, "Get my mom please make her live."
Returning to the darkness,
fluttered open, turned head, a woman laying there, a revolting site, yet still living.

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EMOEMY said...
Dec. 22, 2010 at 11:24 am
I love the detail :) glad its fiction :)
Bexbeckham This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Dec. 22, 2010 at 11:29 am
Thanks! I'm glad that it is fiction as well
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