16 May 2012
A thin sliver of light crept through the gap between the doors of my wardrobe. At some point I must've fallen asleep, despite the commotion last night.
It took a while for the events of last night to register. Where are mummy and daddy? What is "it"? What do I do now?
I decided to creep out of the wardrobe slowly, in case the monster from last night had come just for me.
Quick look outside; nothing. I took a few steps outside, surveying the house. As far as I could see, everything was as it was last night. Until I reached the window.
A scene of horror greeted me. Cars were strewn across our quiet neighbourly road, trees uprooted and felled as if they were made out of feathers. I don't know how long I was looking out of the window, gazing at the desolation and destruction that greeted me.
My thoughts snapped back to my parents. Where were they? Did they even survive this? I began to cry at this thought. My world would be empty without my mummy and daddy. They had to have survive this, they just had to.
What Is Going On? Part 2 • Opuss № I