Day 15: Darkness Descends

Dear Diary,

The events of today have plunged us into a darkness that I can scarcely put into words. It feels as if the very fabric of our world is unraveling, and there is little solace to be found.

It started with a series of air raids that seemed relentless, as if the heavens themselves were unleashing their fury upon us. The cacophony of explosions and the wailing sirens shattered the fragile peace we had briefly known.

In the midst of the chaos, my parents and David took shelter in our apartment while I was outside, attempting to gather whatever supplies I could amidst the turmoil. It was a decision that haunts me now, for it was then that the unthinkable happened.

A sudden and violent explosion tore through our building, leaving it in ruins. The shockwave knocked me off my feet, and as I stumbled back, I saw our home engulfed in flames. Panic coursed through me, and I rushed toward the inferno, desperate to reach my family.

But the flames and smoke were relentless. I tried to push forward, to call out for them, but the heat was unbearable, and I was forced back by the intensity of the fire. I watched helplessly as our home, our sanctuary, was consumed by the merciless blaze.

Hours later, when the fire had finally been extinguished, I stood amidst the smoldering ruins, tears streaming down my face. There was no sign of my parents, and I feared the worst. Desperation gripped me, and I searched for any trace of them.

Then, I heard a faint cry. It was David. He had been injured, but he was alive. I found him amidst the rubble, his face stained with tears and ash. It was a relief beyond words to see him, to hold him close, but our parents were still missing.

As I write this, Diary, I can hardly fathom the enormity of the loss and the uncertainty of our situation. My parents are gone, and our home is reduced to ashes. David's injuries are a painful reminder of the tragedy that has befallen us.

Tomorrow is a new day, but it dawns on a world forever changed. We face a future marked by grief and uncertainty, and the road ahead is shrouded in darkness.

Until tomorrow, if there is a tomorrow,

Michael Turner