I had just the most horrible day when it happened.
I was meant to go on a blind date. My friends set me up with him.
We talked and at the end of it, I had to pay for dinner. He then asked for extra money to take a cab home.
I took the bus.
Cheated, used, abandoned.
Buildings passed by in permanence, while I was only temporary.
I got off the bus, 50 minutes away from my stop. might as well be an hour away.
The movement of the vehicle went against my desire for stillness; I just wanted to belong, and feel loved.
Why was that so hard to get?
As I walked on this sidewalk- it was empty, kind of ironic, not even strangers wanted to be seen near me- the ground began to move.
Shake, tremble, restructured itself in a way that was out of order.
I clung to a nearby pole and prayed city workers did their due diligence of keeping it firm and sturdy.
The shaking stopped for a while, a short air of relief- then the wires snapped.
Trees were uprooted. Sidewalk slabs flew into the air, my hair got caught between a wire and tree branch, and I was whisked away, rather violently, into the air and down the road.
I was on the heavy side so I was shocked to be lifted with such magnitude and force. My back made an impact with the concrete road and I swear I heard a crack.
The wind descended, pleased by its destruction. The air was still, the kind of stillness I did not want. Mustering all my strength to get up and take shelter, I did my best to get on my hands and knees.
I began crawling to the nearest building when the sound of absolute pain and agony, electricity snapping and glass breaking, escaped from a building dangling in the air, right, above, me.
I was helpless. My bones ached. Flesh sore and bruised. Not enough energy to get up and run. Who would miss me if I was gone?
Who would notice? Who would care?
I closed my eyes.
The sky was a perfect blue that shadowed my awful day. Clouds were bright white and the sun was shining yellow. The weather forecast did not warn us of an earthquake followed by a tornado.
No warning of a terrible disaster, just like my life.
I waited for the building to come pummeling down on my body. The glass had already been raining on me, with the sun caught in their dance. Falling pieces of metal and strong prices of wood and brick decorated themselves around, and into, my body.
I no longer heard my voice scream in pain and torture, as the final note on this classic tragedy, dropped on top of me.
Silencing me.
I was gone.
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