Life is twisted. Life is cruel, life can stab you in the back when you least expected it and then say "Haha you LOSE" We are all connected to a string of fate and then if it doesn't like you it can go snap, your life is over. Although mines not. Not yet. I am running for my life. Running away from all I know.

I heard an explosion about 100 metres behind me, I stopped and collapsed to the ground. Jagged rocks pierce into my legs. Distant screams fill my ears, echo inside of me and spears me to the spot. I feel hollow, like everything's being ripped away from me. I look over at my house. Well what's left of my house, burnt ash and rubble, cruel black smoke retreating to the sky. A bleak black night sky, no moon utter silence.

The screams get louder and louder, they are torturing me right down to the bottom ripping me apart from the inside. Suddenly I don't care about my life anymore, the devil can take it for all I care, it is NOTHING without the ones I love. I force my scratched bleeding legs out of the ground and run towards my home. "Mum!" I scream as I get there. "Mum, Dad! Please! Please!... I stare at the burning mass of fire consuming my home. I stare at it and pure hatred fills me and my heart. Snarling bitterly at the flames. I ran into the fire. Not noticing a dark figure retreating into the distance.