Nuclear Fusion
Clare Goldsworthy Diary Entry
It's been six months since that dreaded attack on my home. Six months since everything I held dear was ripped from my nimble fingers. On November third 2013 an atomic bomb was dropped right over my heart. I was sitting in my room reading a book entitled 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' when it hit. I remember running outside and seeing cold, lifeless, and bloody bodies strewn everywhere. I dropped to my knees as the air was squeezed from my lungs. I franticly turned my head in every direction searching for my beloved husband Eli Goldsworthy and our two young children Aislinn and Anastasia. When I finally spotted them, I let out an ear piercing wail. I yearned to run to them but I was completely numb. I could only stare in horror as they sat huddled together on what used to be the road while their bodies burned. That was the last time I ever saw my family. They say time heals all wounds but that awful day is carved into my brain. I can steal hear their blood curling screams. I can steal feel the scorching heat upon my skin. The smell of burning flesh still fills my nostrils. The sight of remains and dissolving skeletons is still sketched into the inside of my eyelids. I've been haunted by the heart wrenching memories for the past six grueling months. I've been forced along with all the other survivors to seek the help of a therapist. Whenever I'm forced to talk about that dreadful day out loud, I'm left feeling utterly paralyzed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I end up lying awake most nights as a result of the horrid nightmares that refuse to end, even as the morning sun's rays shine through my window. No matter what I do, I can't wake up.
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