Manchester


He couldn't move. He couldn't blink. He couldn't breath. "Explosion," was the only thing he could think.

England had heard about the pop star, Ariana Grande, traveling to his country to perform. He didn't necessarily enjoy her music, or her, but he was honored that someone would go on tour to his country. It was exciting for him and his people. America had called him once to tell him that he was "so lucky!"

Luck was the last thing he thought he had now.

Ariana had finished her show only minutes before the suicide bombing. England had felt it in his heart and gut as he lurched forward as a reaction to the attack. He immediately clasped his hand to his mouth as tears fell to his pillow as he lay on his side.

What was wrong with the world? What had happened to the fairness and equality? Where was the faith and unity? The invention of the airplane and radio had been a sign of unity throughout the world. Where had that brotherhood gone? Why would someone be so sick as to do something like this?

The blast killed twenty-two people, including an eight-year-old girl and an off-duty female police officer. It was a horrific incident that had once more opened the world's eyes to terrorism. This attack brought memories of similar past events like this such as 9/11 and the 2016 Brussels Bombings.

We only have one world, people! And something's wrong with it. Where is the love?

Our thoughts are with Manchester.


Now, before I go on, I would like to say that I'm only one person, with limited knowledge. This attack was a terrible instance. Most of these victims were children with their whole lives ahead of them. Birthdays. Marriages. Kids of their own. I only found out about this recently, and there are still people who are unaware of this. So, I wrote this to spread awareness. I'm deeply sorry if this was offensive or a trigger. But the best thing we can do now is have tolerance and love for one another. (I'm working on my other stories, don't worry.)

Please be safe.

Keep dreaming, Skittle_Barf