The dust covered ground made everything seem so quiet and dead. The air was dry, and my breathing was unbearably stiff. I coughed against my better judgement, unwillingly taking more into my lungs.
I tried to move forward but my legs felt too heavy, it was like gravity had doubled in strength and it wanted me held in place.
Someone called my name, but it felt foreign to me so I didn’t turn, I couldn’t. I knew he was trying to help, but I couldn’t answer, I couldn’t find him in all this silence. A low high-pitched buzz started to ring in my ears, and I shook my head trying to block it out as the bright sun beamed down on me, making me feel blind.
I moved my hand to my forehead and felt a hot burn as it touched my face. I brought it back down in front of me and stared at the blood which had pooled in my palm and stuck to my fingertips.
He moved closer to me, or was he here the whole time? I couldn’t work it out. His voice was laced with concern. How did I get here?
He repeated my name, “what happened, are you ok? Why didn’t you open your wings?” his voice was fading in and out and he placed one of his hands on my wrist as he placed the other on my cheek, trying to steady me.
I blinked at him, trying to put him in focus; trying to bring everything into focus.
Suddenly the noise came flooding back into my ears and I flinched, bending forward as my head echoed. People screaming, crying. Everyone and everything making noise, too much noise now and I couldn’t bare it.
Than it came flooding back to me…
I turned sharply towards the building, I was in there, I was standing in that building only five minutes ago, but it wasn’t a building anymore, it was a pile of rubble, made of broken bricks, windows and bodies. I ran towards it without thinking, my limbs finally listening to their commands.
I screamed my brother’s name, he was in there with me, he was under all; this, and I had to help him. I fell to my knees and I started to rip at the ground. He was back at my side and he pulled me up and spun me around quickly, making me face him.
“He’s in there” I cried
He looked towards the ground and back towards me, shaking his head.
“We have to get him out” I said fast, needing to get back to work, I struggled again his grip as he said my name slowly, his voice deadpanned
I didn’t want to hear it though, my brother was going to be fine, I just needed to get him out.
“Please” I begged, “help me”
“What happened?” he repeated once again.
I looked around trying to put it altogether, “I was pushed through the window?” I asked myself “he knew it was going to happen, I, think? So, so he pushed me out”
His face looked doubtful,
“Maybe, maybe he got out” I said, hope slowly fading from my own voice…