The Eye of a Cyclone Part 3

hullo readers. I apologize for the delay of posting and hence post the 3rd part of the awesome series ' The Eye of a Cyclone'. after reading don't forget to comment below whether you like it or not.



The Eye of a Cyclone

John was sucked by the wind and as if consuming him gave it more energy, the winds became more violent. Debris that the wind had picked up bashed into the ceiling above us and the ceiling started to break.

The winds were so strong now that even we were being lifted. We all held hands in order to increase the weight but the winds were still too strong to have any effect. We held on to a stack of abandoned display boards and to our relief, this seemed to be effective.

The most prominent problem, amongst the million other problems, was that we could not hold on to it forever. The winds had to stop or eventually our grips would loosen and we would lose our lives.

Before the winds could slow down a car hit the ceiling of the cellar and the whole ceiling broke. However the broken chunks of cement did not fall on us, before they could they were sucked into the great cyclone above us. This exposed us completely to the outside world which was full of chaos as of now.

But after some time the winds seemed to be slowing down. Then finally after a burp of satisfaction the winds stopped.

‘Finally’ I thought ‘It’s over. The winds have gone. We can go back home now’ I looked up to the sky to see whether all of it  was really over, and then I saw that our problems were not yet over. I saw debris falling down, accelerating towards the Earth. Most of them were small things like stones but some were really big. Like cars, dead people and uprooted trees. I wondered whether we could find my brothers dead body in the debris but then abandoned the idea and focused on more immediate things like death.

Everyone scrambled to find safe places to hide except me. I was on my wheelchair, unable to move, unable to do anything. The first thing that hit the surface was a flip flop. I willed myself to move but I couldn’t.

All I did is sit there and stare in disbelief as the scene unfolded before me. A small tree landed with a thud perfectly on its roots as if the wind had done a tree flip. A large rock the size of a motorbike flattened the other woman as she was running for her life. All this was hard to believe in. How could this be possible? How can everyone die but not me? Why everyone who loves me is punished with death. I wanted the answers to my question but I was hit on the head by a stone the size of the fist and darkness swallowed me.