Torn, Ripped, and Saved

It was gone. But not completely.

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2. Chapter 2- A Nightmare in Reality- Lizzie

So I was just eating dinner with my family. We were all sitting together around the table, enjoying each other's company. I was having so much fun, and I loved it. Something felt wrong, though, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I shook it off, thinking that it was probably nothing. Anyway, I was not going to to let my paranoia ruin this moment. These moments were hard to come by nowadays, what with Mum and Dad's constant bickering and the fact that the world was falling apart.

Out of nowhere the walls came crashing down suddenly and were scraped away by hideous metal claws. In a moment I was on the floor, the table collapsed on top of me so I couldn't move. I was left motionless to watch my family getting carried into the night.

Thud! I heard the sound of a well-aimed arrow hitting it's target. It startled me awake. My heart was pounding. It was the same dream- it was always the same dream.

Slowly in my head, I separated dream from reality. I looked around. I was still in the same old rotten building I fell asleep in.

Stopping for a moment, I listened carefully, but I could hear that there was no one else nearby. The person who shot that arrow was probably far away. I still remembered the days when I longed for company.

I sneered at myself. Come on, Lizzie. Stay positive, I told myself. Think of how independent you are now. Think of how strong you are now.

Think of how lonely you are now, I added. I told myself off for doing so.

I pulled open my secret hiding place, checking for all of my valuables: my dads knife, my rucksack filled with food rations, and a book that my dad gave me on my birthday that I still hadn't had the courage to open or leave behind. I packed the book into my bag and put the knife in my pocket.

I needed to go and steal some more food from the remains of houses. Thievery was my life now because of my non-existent skill with my knife. This was what I'd had to resort too. I checked the straps on my backpack, then I walked out into this nightmare which has turned into reality. 

 

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