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Chapter 1: Bombs Above

Susan

The screech of the air raid siren had become a common occurrence to Susan. When the bombs first started dropping a month prior, Susan was terrified of the sounds that the night would bring. The wailing of the siren and the rip of the air as the bombs exploded were things she never thought she would have to hear, but now she was used to it. And while she knew that at any point a bomb could come blasting its way through the roof, she held onto the hope that she would be fine, that they would all be fine.

Tonight it was no different to most other nights, she never slept much anymore, lying awake most of the night waiting for when the Siren would blast and she would have to dash out of bed. So when the whining began, she was ready, and jumped out of her bed to prepare.

Her mother was in the corridor by the time Susan had grabbed her essentials and was running out her door.
"Susan! Thank Goodness!" Her mother cried. "Please go get Lucy out of bed, and please hurry!"

Susan knew the drill, her sister Lucy was still young, only 9 year old, and wasn't entirely aware of what was going on or why. Grabbing her torch, Susan fumbled her way down the hall and ran into Lucy's room.

Lucy was lying on the bed, awake, hands pressed tightly to her ears to block out the terrifying noises outside. When she realised Susan was there, she looked up at her older sister, eyes full of fear.

Susan ran to her beside and grabbed her hand.

"Lucy, come on!" she yelled.
Hoisting her sister out of bed she ran back out into the corridor with Lucy in tow.

On their way back through towards the back door she caught sight of Peter and Edmund, her two brothers running behind her, they too were obviously also expecting an attack tonight, having already been dressed in proper clothes as opposed to Lucy's nightgown.

Peter and Susan locked eyes, and Susan felt the strength to keep running.

Their mother flung open the back door with Lucy close behind.
"Come on!" she yelled back to her children, obviously in a panic.
Susan, Edmund and Peter followed close behind, dashing down the stone steps and across the stone pathway that led to the backyard bunker.

A large explosion went off to their left, maybe only a few houses down, illuminating their faces in an orange glow. Susan was truly worried now, never had a bomb gone off so close to them before, and they weren't even safe in the bunker yet. Because of this, her mind seemed to block out her surroundings, and all she could focus on was making it to that bunker.

Lucy screamed as the bombs started falling around them.
"Hurry!" Susan screamed. She had no time to turn to see if the boys were okay, nor could she hear their footsteps behind her due to the bombardment of sound around her, she could only hope that they were following just behind.

To her relief she heard Edmund yell something behind her, and she felt relief knowing he was okay. Susan dashed down the stairs to the bunker, running past her mother and Lucy, who had stopped just outside for some reason.
"Edmund no!" She heard her mother cry. This confused her, what was Edmund doing, was he okay?

She flung open the door to the bunker and Lucy followed in behind her. Only now did Susan look back, she saw her mother standing at the top of the stairs, looking back towards the house, but Edmund and Peter were nowhere in sight. Her heart sank, they couldn't have gotten hit, she would have heard the bomb, they were only meters behind her.

"Lucy! What happened? Where are Edmund and Peter?" she yelled, maybe a tad to harsh, but at this point she didn't care.
Lucy looked up in a state of shock and panic, tear tracts plastered to her face.
"I.. I don't know! I saw the running b-back to the house!" she stammered out through sobs.

'Back to the house?' Susan thought. 'Are they insane?'

What on earth could come over them to go back into the house, Susan could not fathom. Against her better judgement, she raced back up the stairs towards where her mother was watching the house anxiously. Susan knew that at any moment a bomb could fall on top of them and then that would be it, but she did not care, all she could think about was Peter and Edmund's safety.

She and her mother stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for what seemed like forever, with the shadows of the bombers looming over them. Then, it happened. Susan felt the breath leave her lungs as her vision was rocked and she fell on her back.

'Please no.' She thought. 'I can't, please no.'

She opened her eyes and she gasped in relief, it was the neighbors house, not their own, which had been hit. The flames poured upwards from the remnants of where a fine house had once stood. She spared a thought for the neighbors, hoping they had made it to safety, but at this point she was mostly focused on the back door, hoping that Peter and Edmund would come rushing back through it.

Finally she saw Edmund running out of the door with Peter close behind, Edmund was grasping something in his hand. They dashed across the backyard with the silhouettes of the bombers drawn against the cloudy night sky.
"Come on! Hurry!" her mother shouted at them. Susan ducked back into the shelter to make way for the two boys. She grabbed Lucy and hoisted her into one of the two bunk beds that were against the walls. She jumped in with her and held Lucy to her chest. She saw her mother jump into the bunker, and saw Edmund fall onto one of the mattresses laid out on the floor.

She glanced at what Edmund was holding in his hand, it was a portrait of their dad, in his RAF uniform. Their Dad was off fighting in the war, and while she knew that what he was doing was in order to protect them, she couldn't help but wish that he was here with them, to ensure them that it was all going to be alright.

Peter entered behind Edmund.
"WHY CANT YOU THINK ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELF, YOUR SO SELFISH YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN US ALL KILLED!" Peter yelled at Edmund.
"Stop it!" Their mother yelled back, as she embraced Edmund.
"Why can't you just do as you're told?" Peter said after a moment's pause.

Susan was so relieved that they had all made it that she honestly couldn't care about Peter's yelling. She held Lucy closer and closed her eyes to rest as she heard Peter slam the bunker door shut.