I trudged through the supposed sidewalk, it is crumpled up into little shards of concrete. I want to deny it, she is gone… the one thing I thought about 24/7, the one precious thing I had here in England, well Elizabeth wasn’t a thing she was a person, a person with a bright future. I hadn’t realised the salty tears running down my dirt stained cheeks. The toxic air filled with specks of dust and wood splinters seeping into my nose like a river of intoxication.
My clothes are stained with blood not my blood, her blood, my head is pounding with pain, I clenched my fists, my nails digging in the dirty palms drawing blood, it should have been me…
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