I moved through the crowed, people were running and screaming every way you turn, a lost little girl.

Not my problem.

I got to my neighbourhood, houses were flattened or caved in, I prayed the one that held my sick mother wasn't.

I walked through the flames, stumping out a bit of the oil that was alight stuck to the bottom of my sneaker.

I should have come home earlier from the cage fight, I hadn't even made much winnings today. I ran home through deserted streets and I saw my home, lopsided. One of it's sides sunken into the ground.

"Mom!", I ran inside minding the fire, the house was starting to collapse. I screamed out again but she didn't answer.

It began caving in when someone pulled me away from the falling wall just in time,"My mom, she's still in there, let me go!", I struggled against his arm pulling me away."She's dead kid, I'm sorry."

He dumbed me on the floor and walked away as the realisation hit me, she's dead. The only person in this world that gave a damn what happened to me was dead. The tears streamed down my face and I didn't bother wiping them.

The day the air smelled like chaos was the day my mother died.