My Name is Ann, and this is my account on the day I survived an asteroid impact
that happened about 4 years ago. I was sixteen, I was happy and I had a family. To some people I was lucky but
I didn't see it that way, I always wanted more, but you know what they say you don't know what you have until its gone.
I would say it was a normal day, but then again doesn't everyone. I was being me and hating everyone.
My dad was successful business man, my mum a lawyer. We had it all, and that's when everything went wrong.
It was about a month later when we heard the announcement; an asteroid headed for earth. From what I gathered the
whole world went into panic trying to escape. I remember my next-door neighbour going insane.
None of these people had done anything wrong, no one in the world deserved to die like this.
But then again since when has the world been just.
I remember the state of our family home, my mum and dad spending as much time together as they could,
my sisters weeping. They didn't accept everyone's fate even though they acted like it. It was a time of despair.
I remember the day it hit like it was yesterday no matter how hard I try to block it out. I don't really understand why and
how I survived. And what I saw afterwards I'm not sure I wanted to.
It was disaster after disaster, shockwave after shockwave, tsunami after tsunami. My Family had left a while ago but me being
me had stayed behind. To be honest I didn't really know why.
I was hiding in our underground basement, nobody could get in and it was there when we brought the house.
I didn't really want to see what was happening to our world our home, I was only sixteen, I couldn't take it.
While I was down there I had more time to think. I thought about all the fun times I had with my family, the time
I said my first word (dadda) , the time I lost my first tooth, the first time I was able to ride a bike.
If I remember correctly I was down there for a month. I had food and drink and plenty of air to last a life time. But I was bored,
back then I got bored very easily, I had nothing to do. I missed my family and the people that were around me everyday.
When I had finally gathered enough courage I walked up the metal stairs and opened up the hatch. Nothing could have prepared
me for what I was about to see.
Bodies were strewn everywhere, not a living person in sight. There were no houses, no buildings left standing.
It was a barren wasteland. There was so much dust it looked like mist. The few trees that were still standing
were still alight. I remember thinking about all the fire there must have been.
I walked around hoping my family had gotten far away and were alright. But no such luck. There were a group of bodies not
far from me. I remember the way my heart broke. To other people they would be far from recognition but I knew who they were.
My family were dead, they had died, because I had been selfish and had stayed. If I had gone we would be far away and they would be alive.
It became too much I fell to my knees and cried. I cried for everyone that had suffered, I cried for my family, I cried for me not
knowing what I had until I lost it.
When I pulled myself together after what seemed like hours, I stood up. I stood up with a hardened heart and a new outlook at life.
It had started raining, and I knew the world was crying for its loss, the loss of life that had once happily lived upon it.
With that thought I walked into the mist. Into the barren wasteland that is now my home.
The only problem with me writing down my account of this event is that no one can read it and no one take on board my message.
You don't know what you have until it's gone.
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i think this is going to be a prologue to another story.
let me know if i should write it. it will look more into ann's past and whats going on after the impact, if she finds any survivors.
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