The Eye of a Cyclone Part 2
There you go readers. Another awesome episode of this series that I call ' The Eye of a Cyclone'. After reading it make sure you comment below whether it is good, goooood or very very goooood.
The Eye of a Cyclone
Mom screamed John’s name on the top of her lungs as he flew towards the hole, sucked by the wind. Luckily a big piece of plastic had been stuck in the hole and acted as a net keeping John from being sucked out into the violent winds.
Dad jumped as high as he could to reach John who was twenty feet up. The strong winds multiplied the force he applied and dad was propelled 10 feet in the air but still insufficient to reach John. Eventually he started accelerating towards the ground. A moment later he made contact with the ground with a heart sickening crack which was audible over the howling wind. He had obviously broken his leg. All for nothing, John was still 20 feet in the air and in imminent danger of being sucked into death’s mouth, mom was still screaming on the top of her lungs and even the winds had not stopped.
All of this was too much to handle, for me, for little John and for everyone who was present in the room. I thought about how John must be feeling, every wisp of air sucked from his lungs by the winds. I thought that enough was enough, that this had to stop.
How many people will have to suffer because of my inability? Even before, my true parents had died falling off the cliff. Remembering that day brings back pain. I was able to do nothing while my parents struggled not to fall off the cliff. They died to save me.
Today again my brother was in immediate danger of dying and I was sitting on my luxurious prison, my wheel chair, and unable to do anything. If only I could I could move, I was of the perfect mass to jump 20 feet in the air and grab him and the wind will also soften our landing so that I don’t break my leg. John would safe, as safe as could be in such a situation.
I made the millionth exasperated attempt to move but my paralysis didn’t allow me to. A figure leaped up in the air in an attempt to get hold of John. This time it was my sister. She reached a mere 15 feet before being acted upon by gravity and then even she accelerated towards the ground.
She landed on the floor with a thud and the thought resurfaced in my mind. How many would have to suffer because of me how many would have to lose their lives. If I hadn’t existed my parents wouldn’t have died and John would have been safe with them now.
Anger swallowed me. I was angry of myself that I couldn’t move. I was angry of god who made me like this. I wanted to die but I thought ‘ I still live in spite of the doctor saying I would die within weeks because god wanted me alive, he wanted some work done from me.’ This gave me hope.
The wind started growing louder and I feared that the bottleneck that kept John alive would get widened. A snap sound confirmed my worst suspicion and John flew into the chaos. The last person in blood relation with me was wiped off from the surface of the Earth. Congratulations to me.
The Eye of a Cyclone
Mom screamed John’s name on the top of her lungs as he flew towards the hole, sucked by the wind. Luckily a big piece of plastic had been stuck in the hole and acted as a net keeping John from being sucked out into the violent winds.
Dad jumped as high as he could to reach John who was twenty feet up. The strong winds multiplied the force he applied and dad was propelled 10 feet in the air but still insufficient to reach John. Eventually he started accelerating towards the ground. A moment later he made contact with the ground with a heart sickening crack which was audible over the howling wind. He had obviously broken his leg. All for nothing, John was still 20 feet in the air and in imminent danger of being sucked into death’s mouth, mom was still screaming on the top of her lungs and even the winds had not stopped.
All of this was too much to handle, for me, for little John and for everyone who was present in the room. I thought about how John must be feeling, every wisp of air sucked from his lungs by the winds. I thought that enough was enough, that this had to stop.
How many people will have to suffer because of my inability? Even before, my true parents had died falling off the cliff. Remembering that day brings back pain. I was able to do nothing while my parents struggled not to fall off the cliff. They died to save me.
Today again my brother was in immediate danger of dying and I was sitting on my luxurious prison, my wheel chair, and unable to do anything. If only I could I could move, I was of the perfect mass to jump 20 feet in the air and grab him and the wind will also soften our landing so that I don’t break my leg. John would safe, as safe as could be in such a situation.
I made the millionth exasperated attempt to move but my paralysis didn’t allow me to. A figure leaped up in the air in an attempt to get hold of John. This time it was my sister. She reached a mere 15 feet before being acted upon by gravity and then even she accelerated towards the ground.
She landed on the floor with a thud and the thought resurfaced in my mind. How many would have to suffer because of me how many would have to lose their lives. If I hadn’t existed my parents wouldn’t have died and John would have been safe with them now.
Anger swallowed me. I was angry of myself that I couldn’t move. I was angry of god who made me like this. I wanted to die but I thought ‘ I still live in spite of the doctor saying I would die within weeks because god wanted me alive, he wanted some work done from me.’ This gave me hope.
The wind started growing louder and I feared that the bottleneck that kept John alive would get widened. A snap sound confirmed my worst suspicion and John flew into the chaos. The last person in blood relation with me was wiped off from the surface of the Earth. Congratulations to me.
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