Kneeling in the rubble, tears streaming down my face, I continue to dig and dig through the debris of my home. I couldn't find ma anywhere. I was praying she was safe. That she got away; but as I moved another piece of stone another piece of broken wood, the sinking feeling in my stomach got heavier and heavier.
What felt like hours later, I felt something. Moving more of the rubble a face appeared. Her face. Ma. I small smile flickered over my face, then I realised, she was not moving. Her icy blue eyes stares back at me lifelessly. No warmth or sparkle shimmering in the light. Nothing. The life of her eyes had left her. Ma was gone. A heart wrenching sob of despair escaped me. My chest heaved with sorrow as I forgot to gasp the air into my suffocating lungs. Slowly, I realised that I was alone. For good. No one but myself to blame. I knew I shouldn't have left. I should have protested when that man dragged me into the shelter. I knew I should have ran home the moment i realised what was happening. But no. I did not.
Here we are. Alone in a world full of people as I realise, there's no going back.
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The Story Of Logan Grey
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