Personal Narrative-The Awakening

The Eiffel Tower is in flames as well as our souls. There is nothing left but the ashes of my faith in hope. But my twin siblings, Bella and Nick, are the only one that keeps the embers of my faith glowing. We have been alone looking for that beacon of confirmation, the survivor camps, for awhile now. Almost two years, tomorrow is the anniversary of when “The awakening” happened. We are all alone like I mentioned earlier, Bella doesn't like to talk about it, she is still in the denial stage, always telling me we will see them again, but i saw it happen and I know that we will not. My parents, that it who we as siblings have lost. It was last year, a year after “The Awakening”. We, as a former family, were running through “Rue Nicolas Flamel”, …show more content…
I was dreaming good. I was with her, that is why it was good. Suddenly, I was awoken due to being violently shaken by my mother while she was yelling at me to get up and get dressed. No idea of what was happening, I threw on sweatpants, a t shirt, jacket, and my nikes. I walked out into the living hell that was my living room. The flames and the smoke were to overwhelming for me to actually instantly comprehend what the situation was. Then it hit me, Nick and Bella, where were they? I sprinted to their rooms and kicked both doors down which was fairly easy considering they were already in flames, but they were nowhere to be seen so I assumed they were with mother and father. I began to run towards the stairs but halted observing the fact that there were no more steps. So I jumped, into the smoke, without thinking but with hope. Thankfully I made it to the mail station, our family fire meeting destination, and everyone was there waiting for me. My mother was crying, I looked at our burning home and spotted the source of the inferno, “the chosen.” “Those sorry little….” I began to say, my mother cut me off. “The chosen have finally caught up to our town, it's time to move. Let's go kids, leave …show more content…
Nights like this is what I live for, they are so peaceful. My thoughts were interrupted by a rustle in the bushes across from the pub we were seated at. I was more annoyed than scared, “why can't peaceful nights just stay peaceful for once?”, I thought to myself. I grabbed my gun and moved towards the bush. I poked and shook the shrub but nothing happened when I did so, deciding to look around the bush to see what was there was probably a mistake, but a good mistake. I saw a man, shivering, and alone. I grabbed a blanket from our little pallet and threw it on him, I would wake him in the morning, he could be a necessity. I sat back down again, to think, what could I do, what could I do to change the