From Her Point of View
It’s the fifth of December here. But no one cares. All they care about is that the world will end in seven days. Next to me, He sat, watching the news.
“There are many riots in the streets of Philadelphia, and all residents are warned to stay inside. Thank you.”
Wow, that sucks, I thought, we’re out of milk.
“I can’t believe that there are riots in this city,” He said sarcastically. There was a large crash outside and the whole apartment building shook. I went over to the window, and there were hundreds of dead bodies lying around. I screamed, hurried down the stairs, and walked outside. He followed me. I saw my brother there. In the midst of all this. Innocent, seven year old Jon. I held him in my arms. I watched him mutter his last dying breath. I cried. He cried for me. I don’t know why.
But this day was very sad. So many people died, so many souls roaming the streets. Lonely. Without love.