I was sitting on the corner with my dirty Lee jeans and a white tank top, my hair was messed up and i felt like crawling back under the rubble from which i had just emerged. I felt a world of lead on my slender shoulders, and i was sure my eyes were portraying much more than my tender 20 years of age.
I had been trapped inside the house with my mum for hours, she had been trapped underneath the bathroom wall (which had come down on us during the earth quake) but i was the only one who made it out of there.
i sat down on the pavement and stared at the ruins. I just wanted to get away from there and feel safe again, but the reality of that seems a life time away.
In the distance i could hear voices, and at first i thought i was going mad, but they got louder and louder until around the corner came two men, a boy and a young woman. They approached me and the older man, whom looke dto be about 30 years old (and a little nerdy) knelt down to touch my brused face.
"are you ok?" He asks
"Im Skye, i dont know whats happened...." My voice breaks as i try to hold in the tears of fear and confusion.
"Are you alone?" His leadership and caring nature shine through his eyes as he looks about the road.
i sit for a moment assessing the group now surrounding me...
"Yes.. yes i am alone. Can i come with you?"
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We'll never be as young as we are right now
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