It's Christmas time, carols playing, laughter, smiling, giving. I *hate* this time of year. When all I want to do is lay in my bed and read. But *no* I have to come down stairs with a smile on my face and a bright dress on me. Yeah this is not my favourite time of the year. Every year I come down stairs with a black dress and lace gloves. Wearing heavy boots and see through stockings. And then either my mum or dad says to me, "what are you wearing?!"," that dress is to short" or " what are we celebrating or mourning?!".
Ok let me double check if Christmas is getting better...........nope still stinks like shit!!
December. 25th, 2015. Friday.
Its Christmas!! *yay* I sarcastically said in my head.
I try to stay in bed, but that doesn't go very well. Someone from my family always wakes me up and it's not pleasant!! The only normal and quiet one is my dog!
"CADY!!! ITS CHRISTMAS!!" My sister yelled. " DUDE!! Stop being so optimistic!! It's Christmas YAY!! So what?! I don't give a shit!" "Whatever! Why do I even tell you to get up!" My sister responded and then left
I went down stairs to find presents. Ok maybe there is only one good thing about Christmas.
After opening my presents, I went upstairs to get dressed for lunch. And I came down with the same outfit: a black dress and lace gloves. Wearing heavy boots and see through stockings
When I came down I didn't see my family or hear my family. I looked around the house and I finally found them. They were watching the news, I don't know why. I walked over towards them, when I saw explosions, something running towards people. When I heard:
" ATTENTION; everyone stay in their houses with their families, DO NOT go outside! I repeat DO NOT GO OUTSIDE!!"
We all looked at each other in fear, confusion, and shock.
After watching the news my parents didn't know what to do they were frozen with fear and confusion. My sister was yelling at them to get a hold of themselves, but nothing happened. I ran towards the window where I heard screams of fear, shock or their last breath. Explosions were going off and smoke started to fill the air. Then all of a sudden, a banging started at the door. My heart was beating as fast as a cheetah. My sister was walking towards the door. "Hello? Who's there?! " she asked My sister is so stupid! I mean hasn't she ever seen a scary movie?! I mean the first person to open a door will obviously die first! I guess I should stop her......... wait! Ok I'll save her! " Sara! Stop! Do not open that door no matter what! " I stated " Why?! " Sara questioned.
Then all of a sudden we heard gunshots in the building, my parents ran towards my sister and I. Then pulled us under the table for safety. Screams started, then something was at the door, banging and banging. I was shaking and I am pretty sure everyone was too. My parents leads us upstairs to my room. We heard more gun shots where we heard a girl scream. We all looked at each other with shock, fear. We then heard an explosion across the hall, my father put his finger to his lips showing us to be quiet. He then tip-toed down stairs where we followed him. The door was open where we saw a girl there laying on the floor, bleeding out and surrounded by her own blood. Which was getting bigger and bigger. She saw my father and yelled, '' RUN!! THEY ARE COMING!!''
She showed a grenade and mouthed the words, ''go''. My father looked at us with fear, as fast as he could he jumped on top of us. When the grenade went off my body was lifeless, as I lied there. My ears were piercing in pain, I couldn't hear anything all I heard was the stinging of the grenade. Once my hearing came back, I focused on my surroundings, I then realised that the roof had collapsed and my right arm was trapped under a beam. I tried to get up, but there was no use, my arm was either dislocated or broken. My arm felt like it was getting stabbed thousands of times, in the same spot. It was bleeding and bleeding and it didn't stop, my arm was lying in my own blood.
Then all of a sudden, my heart was beating out of control, I raised my head and tried to look around. I found my family lifeless on the floor. I didn't know if they were breathing or not. A tear rolled down my cheek, then another, then another. I was shaking and wanted to accept my chance of dying. All I could think about was my family, thinking about how I showed no affection or appreciation towards my family.
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