Glass being shattered and shards falling to the floor in a crash.
Winds pushing through the house causing endless shivers even in the basement.
We sit in fear, wondering if this is our last time together, if this is when we die.
Mom tells us to try and sleep but the roaring water pounding against the house isn't very soothing.
Dad swears under his breath thinking we can't hear him, but we can and it only scares us more.
We all huddle under a damp gross smelling blanket.
My stomach growls for the sandwich I didn't finish making before mom pushed us into the basement
I want to scream, I want to cry but I listen to my mom and try to stay calm.
I tell them we should try to escape, there has got to be emergency services but they won't budge.
They tell me to shush, they tell me I’m scaring Johnny.
But I don't care I’m scared.
Just because I’m older, just because I’m 14 doesn't mean I’m not scared.
It doesn't mean I don't want to cry and be held by mom.
This may be the last time I ever get to see her and she won't even look at me because she's trying to soothe Johnny.
The lights are out and it's almost completely pitch black.
We hear a final bang and then see the water start to flow...