The Eye of a Cyclone Part 4 and last
Hello readers. What a sad day it is. It is the end of the series ' The Eye of a Cyclone". Enjoy reading the last part of it. there you go.
The Eye of a Cyclone
The Eye of a Cyclone
Once again everyone scrambled like mice to save their lives
except me. I stayed there on my wheelchair, immobilized with terror and
disease. ‘I wouldn’t be so lucky this time’ I thought ‘ or would I.’
I couldn’t afford to risk again. So for the last time in my
life I willed myself to move. I don’t think I had imagined it. I saw my left
leg twitch. I tried it again and I could feel the blood running in my legs. ‘Yes,’
I thought ‘the feeling has come back’
Which feeling? The feeling of having the ability to feel. It
felt very good. My joints were too stiff to move. But I tried moving my legs up
and down and then finally when I thought that my legs could take the weight of
my body I gave it to them. Black dots danced across my vision but eventually
even they disappeared.
It was my reward. My reward for not giving up on trying. I
could finally move. I could walk.
I felt like celebrating but at that moment I had no time and
anyways I had no one I could celebrate with. No one had loved me except John,
who was dead now. I quickly went over to the place where the others were. It
was the cellar of another building but it was much deeper than the one we took
refuge in before.
While the others were waiting for the storm to recede, I
enjoyed the look of horror on my step mom’s face. She was the reason my parents
were dead and I was the only witness. Now that I can move and speak her little
secret will be revealed.
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