| The §tory Isn't Over Yet | (Rosetta)
Aug 25, 2011 22:27:29 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Aug 25, 2011 22:27:29 GMT -5
[/center]Silver Emmend
I'm freaking out, so where am I now?
Upside down and I can't stop it now.
Can't stop me now.
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The shaking starts before she can answer.
My head jerks up in fear, because I know this is no earthquake. No, an earthquake would be all around us, we would feel the trembling in our bones. The vibrations are so familiar that it hurts, making my stomach twist into a knot as my eyes widen in sudden panic. My heart begins to race and my fingers turn into claws that dig into her skin as I take a sharp breath.
I've been here before.
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I was just a young child, but I realized that something was wrong as soon as I felt the shaking. I had been sitting at the table, drawing a picture for my father, when suddenly I heard it, and felt the slight tremble moving through the air. My parents, who had both been reading by the fireplace, also looked up, eyes wide. I pushed back my chair, my head whipping around in fear. Finally, I looked at my mother. "What is it, Mommy? I don't like it. Make it stop!" My voice was whining and afraid, and my blonde hair flew around me as I spun around, trying to locate the source of the mysterious shaking.
My mother stood up quickly, and ran toward me, wrapping me in her arms and looking around desperately. Was it an earthquake, perhaps? "Mommy!" I sobbed, shaking. "Mommy, I want it to stop!" She hugged me tighter, but it didn't stop me from seeing the panic in her eyes as she looked across the room at my father, who had also stood and was trying to figure out what was going on. I saw his eyes dart upward, toward the ceiling, and a horrible understanding dawned on him.
"The roof!" My mother and I both looked up, and what I saw terrified me. Cracks were spiderwebbing across the ceiling, reaching thin fingers out toward the wall. I didn't understand what was happening- where were the cracks coming from? How could they be causing the vibrations? My mother understood, though, because her mouth opened in realization and she looked back at me, terrified but also determined.
"Get her out!" My father had shouted, and made a move toward us. Before he could reach the rest of his family, though, a large beam broke through the roof and hit the floor, followed by a shower of debris that hid my father from view. I knew that he was on the other side, but reaching us was impossible. Still, not seeing him made me scream, tears streaming down my face. "Daddy! Daddy, come here!"
"Go, Silver, go!" My mother was also crying, but she was pushing me forward, toward the door. The cracks were spreading fast, and dust was leaking through them, into my hair and on my face as we ran. The exit seemed like a mile away, though, and before we reached it, a large piece of ceiling fell. My mother shoved me forward, and I stumbled toward the door, hearing a large thud and a yelp. I turned to see my mother, one leg stuck under the debris. She was sobbing, but seeing me, she motioned forward with her arm while still trying to free herself. "Get out of here, Silver!"
"No! Mommy, come on, get out from under there! Make it stop!" My voice was choked by tears and I ran back to tug at her arm, wanting to free her, to help her. She only pushed me away again. "It'll stop, Silver, but only if you get out of here. Please, go!"
She shoved me one final time, and I listened, sprinting toward the door. When I reached outside, I saw neighbors racing toward our home, looking shocked and determined to help. They were too late, though. I turned around, my eyes widening, and watched the entire building crumble. My heart skipped a beat, and before I could stop myself, I was running toward the pile of wood and plaster, needing to get to them. The others held me back, though. I screamed and kicked and cried, but they held me back and eventually I just went limp, sobbing in front of what remained of my home.
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I look at Yucca, and the same understanding dawns on me. "Yucca, get up!" I shout, yanking her up onto her feet and shoving her forward. "Hurry, Yucca, go! We have to get out of here!" I push her forward again, determined to get her out of this mess, just as my parents were determined to get me out alive. I promised that I'd protect her and I will, even if it means I don't get out of this. The same thing that powered my parents in their final moments pushes me forward, and I continue to move, move, move, running now, pushing Yucca forward because she has to get out of here. In my mind, Yucca is suddenly first priority, because I'm not letting what happened to my parents happen to her. I'm not going to lose anyone else.
Not again.
Everything is caving in, rock and mud falling from above. I give her one final shove before I trip, falling to the ground. Something huge falls from above, and I scramble to get out of the way, but it's too late. The large chunk of rock hits my hand, and I gasp in pain because it feels as if all the blood in my hand has suddenly turned to burning lava. Tears stream down my face as I yank it out from underneath, the pain so blinding that I give a loud scream. I recover as quickly as I can, though, and stand up, leaping away from more falling rocks and toward Yucca. I yank her down toward the ground and put my good hand over my ear, squeezing my eyes shut as I hear it all collapse in one loud crash.
A waterfall of rock and dust rains down behind us, but not for long. The shaking stops as soon as it started, and I open my eyes and stand unsteadily, trying to see through the dust. A wall of rock and mud greets me, and something unfamiliar is at the base. I take a step closer, frowning slightly, and then I recognize it and put a hand over my mouth and muffle a scream that was preparing to escape my lips. The Captain's blank eyes stare back at me, and I stumble backward, coughing and yelping. My hand feels like it's on fire, and I find I am unable to move it. I look down, trying to bend the fingers, and give another yelp of pain. Fresh tears stream down my face, clearing a muddy path through the thin layer of dust that now covers my face. During my moment of distraction, I hear a thud coupled with a sicking splat. My stomach twists as I dare to lift my eyes away from my hand, and see that a large piece of rock rests in the place of the Captain. I want to puke.
I turn away quickly, not wanting to see what once was escape. Waving my good hand in front of my face to clear the dust and feeling suddenly disgusted at the way my clothes are clinging to my body from when we practically dove into the water to avoid the crumbling rocks, I look around tiredly and shake my head. "I think we might have to find another exit, Yucca."[/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote]
