A cold sweat covered my face… I see his silhouette twisting and screaming as he falls… I woke up abruptly with a jolt. Another day all over again. I did the same routine I do everyday. Get out of bed and think the thoughts I always do, next time I will save him, even though I know it isn’t true. See, here’s the deal. Ever since I lost my son, I have been repeating the same day. I’ve never saved him. He always goes off the edge, tumbling, screaming. I wake up everyday with hope though and today feels different…
Next time I will try my best and not give up. I couldn’t even think about making it to the end. I didn’t even have the confidence to believe that I would succeed. I guess I just gave up. The crowd stares as I’m almost finished. I stopped, not knowing what to do. How embarrassing… I felt like I was going to faint… 3km. I ran out of breath. I look behind me and see a stampede of girls overlapping me. I wasn’t thinking straight.. next time I will make it to the end!
As the city erupted in sirens, screaming and falling buildings, everyone rushed grabbing what they could and fleeing the city. Cars useless, the earthquake becoming worse by the second. People searching for shelter as everyone knew we were doomed whilst they heard the sound of the bridge falling! Everyone went to a boat begging the owners to take them. Luckily for me, I owned one. I saw the crowd of people begging for me to let them on as the last boat and I left the harbour. Halfway out and then the whole city had fallen, nothing left but rubble… next time I will help.