I awake to the sound of Sirens
I jumped out of bed screaming to my mother what was the matter.
My little siblings crying
Of all this chaos that my family is causing,
The sirens are squealing with noise
We aren't sure what's the matter
Out of nowhere the heaviest wind occurs
My family described it as a freight train coming straight towards us
Rain started pouring down.
Our front lawn, flooded in seconds
What was happening
Scared, terrified, traumatic
The next part of the night I remember being inside of the bathtub, there were 3 mattresses stacked on top of us. My father said that somehow they would protect us. I'm not sure how a bathtub and a bed would protect us from 65 mile an hour winds, but I'm happy he was protecting us. My siblings and I stayed quiet while my parents talked about the storm. We had brought a tiny radio into the bath with us so we could hear the news. We were all huddled around it listening to what the broadcasters had to say. They said there was a tornado warning and to stay clear of these following areas. They listed the entire East side of our town. Our school, our library, the fire station all of it was said to be in the path of the so-called tornado.
As the batteries to the radio slowly die
We listened to it as long as possible
The tornado has redirected its path
As the radio stated new roads
Closer and closer to our home
The voice getting quieter and quieter
The battery getting lower and lower
The winds getting louder and louder
Our embrace getting tighter and tighter
The sounds of shattering glass
My sister screaming
And my dogs barking
Frightened, deaf, loved
I was thrown into the air. I closed my eyes very tightly and prayed. I was young, there so much to do, so much to accomplish. I hit something hard with my back. I heard a crunch. My hands were tingling and my back got very hot. I screamed in pain but nothing came out. All I could hear was the wind. It was so fast and loud. My ears started to ring. All I had were my thoughts. I thought about what had happened. I thought about how I couldn't move. I thought what if I was dead. Then silence. Then the endless black nothingness.
When I came to, I was in a bed. Not my bed in my house. A different bed. Bed with cords, wires, and machines. A bed with remotes on the sides of it, a bed that beeps. It was a tiny room, a room with 2 chairs and a small table. There was a door, with a clipboard and papers on a hook on the back. There were flowers in a pink vase on the table and I was holding a small brown teddy bear. My hands were still tingly, but my back was cold. My whole body was cold. I wanted a blanket. When I was looking around trying to make a scene of all of this, the door with the clipboard opened. There was a tall man. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing glasses and he had a small badge clipped to his shirt. I'm not sure how or why but I asked where I was. He said a hospital, you're in the hospital.
Words can hurt
These very few words sunk my heart
My family rushed into the room
They spent every last second with me
Never left my side
A broken back in 3 spots
4 broken ribs
A broken wrist
Swelling in the brain
The doctor held my hand through the whole talk
There was nothing they could do
Dead from a damn storm
Dead from air
Dead from a tree
Scared, happy, lifeless
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Jan 06, 2023
This is wonderful. I especially love that there's a mix of prose and poetry.