Once There Was A War

Gone

They left. They walked out of the house and go in the car. They left. And I regretted letting them go because right after they left, the worst thing happened to me. They were gone, for what might be forever. I'd never see them after that. I'd never have two loving parents to kiss me goodnight, love me, comfort me, help me through my tough trials. It was all gone. Done.

They kissed my forehead, told me they would be home in 2 hours, that I would be just fine and if anything happened I could call them and they would be there. I let them go. They left the house, alone, with me. I turned on the tv, not knowing what my fate had in store. I was fine for a long time. It was about an hour and a half after they left, that I started to worry. The sirens. They wailed, loud. I ran straight down to the basement, going to the tunnels which led to the bomb shelter, which thankfully, were enforced after the 30th attack on the us. I made my way down to the shelter, then called my mom several times, but she did not answer. I started crying, knowing this was my end, and I failed to spend it with my family, the ones I loved.
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The planes came out of nowhere, swarming my hometown. They dropped the bombs, which was all I could here, explosions, screams. Something someone should never hear. They kept on coming, over and over. They would be gone for about five minutes, which seemed like forever, then return, dropping more and more. Then after what
seemed like ages, the sirens stopped, the screaming stopped, the explosions stopped. Then there was the signal, the 5 beeps and the three words, everything is okay. I felt peace. I felt okay for a second. And then the horror began. I walked outside. Everything. I was gone, wiped out. Nothing was left. I looked around, tears forming in my eyes. Who could do this? The tears came running down my face. It was just me. My parents were gone. I saw nobody. It was like I was the only one to survive. Then I saw a little face, a girl. I walked over. It was black and charred. Dead. She was dead. She looked 4. But she was dead.