Chaos
Everything fell down, like buildings collapsing during a earth quak. The damage unimaginable, people hurting, crying, screaming. Everybody is running, trying to find their loved ones. Little kids making grabby hands towards strangers, trying to find some comfort. There walks the husband trying to find his wife. Like a madman driven by love he’s searching through the mess of where ones was a building, people around him are yelling but he doesn’t care, he just needs to find his wife, that’s all he wants.
Next to him is a paramedic trying to help people, the pain, suffering and blood. Like a war zone, but still she never gets used to it, hearing the anguished cries of people who lost someone, or losing themselves. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a hand. Sticking out between cement blocks, the ring on the hand shining because of the sun.
Like sailors lost at sea drown to the light tower the husband runs over and starts digging, trying to safe his wife. The paramedic knows it is already too late, the hand still and unmoving. A sister walks by, looking lost, her eyes empty. Any other day people would stop and ask what is wrong, not today. In her hand she holds a stuffed animal, Bobo her little brother calls it. He cannot go a day without it, and he never will. The sister kneels and lays the bear down. Now her little brother will not be alone.
People stop walking, stop driving, the world just stops living, and everything goes quitted. She cannot do it anymore; she knows she should not, but her mind would one’s again be quitted. She looks normal from the outside, brown hair, green eyes, and a youthful smile. No one know she sees all of it again every day , every moment , always a storm in her mind, always a war in front of her eyes , always the cries, screams in her ear, and never, never does her world go still , never does the storm turn into a calm river, never does the war turn into a field with poppies, never do the screams and cries turn into
laughter
