Going Up In Flames
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When I left little Weirwold I had no inkling about what I was getting myself in to. I possessed the knowledge that the raids were happening almost every night, yet knowing this, I had not comprehended what it really meant. I never knew that it meant that people died, their death was not pleasant either, I can't imagine what their death was like, or the unpalatable tribulation their relations and friends felt.
I know, that looking at my father smiling at me from the hospital bed, I am lucky, he was delivered a great physical affliction, but I am not one of those children who has forever lost their mother or father. For that fact, I am eternally grateful. Seeing his eyes flutter shut in exhaustion, I decided to leave the hospital grounds and scrutinize the adversity done by the raids.
I felt an iron chain clench around my heart as I looked around, there were people everywhere. Many homeless, and without the love and warmth of a family, while there were others, those, who, like my mother, searched for people that have been injured by the bombs, or trapped under buildings. As I glanced in to their eyes, I notice, they were all the same, they all possessed the same haunted look, devoid of any emotion except that of hopelessness.
I stayed out until dark, paying no mind to the fact that mother has called me inside several times. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sounds of the German bomber planes. I heard the whistle of the bomb, similar to what I have always imagined a banshee's shriek to be. Without my comprehension, my adventurous side has taken me to where I knew I shouldn't be.
I stared, mesmerized, and unable to do anything as the flame filled my vision and ash rose up my nose. I willed myself to move, yet my body wouldn't listen, as the flames hastily crept towards me. I heard the howls of the wind mixed the people's tortured screams, yet beyond that I was numb as the flames engulfed me. I couldn't breathe, it was suffocating, as my grasp on reality tightened, I felt my body recover from it's numb state, but I wish that I didn't the pain was excruciating. I felt the fire dancing on my skin, I begged God to let it end. I knew it was the end of me. Closing my eyes, I imagine all those whom I loved and grew to love me in return, my parents, Willie, aunt Nance and Dr. Little, the twins, Carrie and Ginnie, and George, I imagine their faces lighting up as they smiled at me, their joyous peels of laughter. Then it all went silent as I entered a black abyss.