She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders and the weight of her sister in her arms. She crouched over her tears drawing lines down her dust covered face. She brushed some of her sisters golden curls off of her face. The raid alarms never went off. Their rooms were only separated by a wall, how could this have happened. She didn’t hear any noise from her parents room or the rest of the house. It was silent except for her sniffling. She wished she had gone with them.

She didn’t move while the body grew cold and rigid in her arms. She finally extracted herself from her sister, then the rubble. She crawled through the destroyed town looking for anyone. There was no one left, only her. She stopped crying too hard to continue.

She laid down in the dirt and the rocks, waiting to die. She didn’t want to go on without her friends and family. The helicopter came by and started to pick up bodies. She watched it pick up her family. They came to pick her up thinking she was another body. Panic spread when they discovered she was alive.

“I just want to go home…” She muttered through her whole interview.




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