Chapter 1:

The wind was howling and the cold air was sharp against my face . A window shattered , glass flying everywhere. I dove under the covers . The storm was getting worse . The cold blew through the sheets , soaking into my bones .A shiver ran down my spine. In the distance , I could hear the apple tree outside snap and fly away with other uprooted objects and probably the neighbours trampoline .After a while the howling wind and pounding thunder started to fade away as i drifted of to sleep . Even with the storm raging on outside , under the covers I felt safe.I woke up to a distant rumble , the walls were creaking. My bed began to shake . I looked through the broken window the sky was still dark .Within mere moments some of my most prized possessions fell to the floor , bursting my eardrums. I need to leave. I hopped out of bed but the ground beneath me roared flinging me back onto my bed. After summoning enough courage , I threw my self against the floor and hid under my bed . “This is going to be a long night.” I thought as I curled up into a ball and tried to block out the noise once again.

Chapter 2 :

I crawled out from underneath the bed , after my nightmarish sleep i was soaked in sweat .Clammy and sticky . The night befores storm seemed just to be a dream, until my finger swept against the cold wooden floor as I stumbled , trying to get up and got caught in the broken glass . I sucked the dripping blood and slowly stood up , careful to avoid the fragments of fallen objects . I walked down the hallway hoping to find minimal damage. I turned the handle of my parent’s room , after checking my watch , 9:17 ,they should be awake.

I pushed the door open expecting complaints about the storm or at least the sound of someone breathing but the room was wrong in a way that made my stomach drop. The bed was neatly made like no one had ever slept in it and the clock on the nightstand blinked a confused twelve zero zero like it had given up keeping secrets. They should be here I thought because adults were supposed to survive storms and explain things afterward even if the explanation was bad.

Mom I said quietly and then louder Mom Dad This is not funny The words echoed back thinner than they should have and I immediately regretted inviting them to do that. In my head I imagined Dad telling me I was overreacting while Mom asked if I had checked everywhere properly which felt comforting until I realized neither voice was actually there.

I backed out into the hallway telling myself this was fine because houses creak and parents wander and watches lie all the time. The silence followed me anyway polite but persistent like it was waiting for me to notice it again. Okay I said to no one this is just phase two of the storm right The emotional aftershock Or something scientific I would look it up later when the internet and my parents both existed.

Downstairs the front door was still shut and that somehow felt worse than if it had been ripped off entirely. I stood there listening to the house breathe wondering when exactly safety had slipped away and why it had been polite enough to wait until morning.