Liz Yournameisntliz

Destruction

I gasped for breath; in the darkness I could barely make out the edges of the rubble crushing down on my chest. I could feel the warm streams of blood running across my face. Every breath was labored, and I could feel the dust biting into my throat with every inhale. I wanted to cough but I could not the rubble was so heavy against me. As my other senses started to work, I could hear the sharp screams in the distance cutting through the rubble, energy weapons firing and crackling amidst the dwindling screams. The only thing I could think about was how I needed to survive not only for myself, but for my parents. I struggled to lift my head from the sharp stone beneath me only to glance down at my palm, in the dim light I could barely make out the heart shaped locket my father had left in my hands only moments before they came. I found myself trying so hard to move but I could not, the rubble pushed deeper into my stomach as I tried to wiggle out of it, I could feel it biting deeper into my body. With every movement the rubble was crushing me along with my hope to escape.