Just so you know, this is the POV of a girl of about 5 or 6 years old. Sorry if she seems older at times, I don't know what a 5 year old thinks.
As I heard the booms outside I huddled closer to the wall Mommy had shoved me against, as if by being closer to the brick I could avoid bombs. I could hear her quick breathing beside me, but I didn't see Daddy. "Where's Daddy?" I asked, and she put her hand over my mouth.
"Shh!" she whispered in my ear. "He's coming. Don't worry." She said. She sounded worried but me, being small and naïve, didn't notice that and seriously believed that my father was coming. I cringed as I heard two more bombs drop and the desperate screaming of people.
The roof of the house caught fire, and Mommy quickly pulled us out. I saw the Charizard and the rider that had done it before I was pulled over to a trapdoor by our shed. As Mommy opened the door I saw a figure rushing towards us.
"Daddy!" I yelled, running towards him. Then a man on a Dragonite came down and picked him up, carrying him off. Mommy yelled and grabbed me, shoving me into the cellar before I could see what happened. I stumbled down the stairs, huddling in a corner. Mommy lit a match, and by its light I could see that her face was very pale. She grabbed me and we huddled in a corner together. I realized something.
"Teddy!" I yelled, trying to go to the door to get my stuffed Teddiursa, but Mommy held me back. I looked at her. "He'll get hurt!" she looked at me sympathetically, but didn't say anything. Saddened, I eventually fell asleep.
When I awoke it was quiet outside. Mommy was over by the exit, taking a deep breath. I ran over to her and pulled on her hand. "Mommy is it over?" She looked down at me and smiled, but it was forced.
"Yes it is, Brooke." She said and, with a deep breath, she pushed open the door and pulled me out. She held my head close to her to try and keep me from seeing the wreckage of the fight, but not before I saw a paticuarly mangled body outside the door. I couldn't identify it, but Mommy got tears in her eyes as we ran back to the ruins of our house.
I broke away from her and searched the ruins for Teddy. I moved some wreckage and there he was, tattered but still in one piece. I grabbed him and held him tightly to my chest, walking back to my mother. She was holding a picture and crying. I tugged on her arm and held Teddy up.
"Mommy look! I found Teddy!" I said. She looked up from the picture, holding it protectivley to her chest. She smiled at me as she sniffled.
"That's wonderful, Brooke. It looks like he's ok." She said with forced happiness. I missed it and did a little dance with Teddy. Mommy came over to me slowly, and leaned down in front of me.
"Brooke, I have something to tell you." She said quietly, and I stopped my dance, smiling because I found Teddy. She gulped. "Daddy's… Daddy died last night." She said slowly. I just looked at her for a moment.
"What's dead?" I asked. Mommy looked down.
"Daddy's… not here anymore. He's up in heaven, with God." She tried again. I felt tears come to my eyes.
"But… he told me he'd take me to the store today!" I said, as if that would make him alive. Mommy gulped.
"I'm sorry Brooke… he can't take you to the store." She said, and I started bawling as small tears escaped her eyes. I saw Mommy hold her picture. I could see it was one of their wedding pictures as I held Teddy to cover my face, finding comfort in his tattered fur.