The sky rumbles and roars while the wind whips around me, threatening to knock me down as I stumble on, my hands clutching around each other. I grit my teeth as I looked to my father, and I see his lips moving but his words get stolen by the ferocious wind. Melix grips my arm and though his yell is faint, I manage to catch it.
"Tornado."
It should scare me. I should be shaking at the mere thought of it, dread filling my blood and my hopes crushed, but the truth is, I'm shaking from the cold, the feeling of dread familiar and hope had been released from my box long ago, when Mum threw herself into the direction of the upcoming threat.
Lightning flashes across the sky, it's electric purple making the hair on my arms stand on its ends. The harsh wind continues to nip at my skin and I swear the cold has taken sanctuary in my chest. Melix helps me drag myself on, both of us not knowing what is driving us to keep moving. Our father carries on in front of us, his steps somewhat more steady.
The wind, I notice, becomes more unforgiving, the air difficult to breathe as it spins more out of control. Melix trips onto one knee, and I struggle to help him up. Our father still keeps going, unaware that his children could potentially be left behind to be flicked away in seconds. And we continue that way.
And then, all at once, the hum of the knives of the air grow louder and its blades become sharper. Melix and I clutch each other, unable to do anything but keep each other grounded, and we see our father trip for the first time in the five hours we've been trekking. I take a glance behind me, and my fear actually heightens.
The clouds in the sky swirl in the colours purple, white and pitch black, creating a monstrous art piece. The tornado stands tall and mighty, spinning in mad havoc, uprooting trees and houses and everything else in its way, too close for my liking. Once again, the lightning strikes, brightening the horror-stained sky, and murderous thunder echoes after.
The picture I see sends me plunging into reality, and I sob and let my legs give away. Melix yells, but it comes as blurred to my ears. I sit there, my screams unknown to all, and the freezing streams of tears follow the wind. Through my water-filled gaze, I see my father frantically trying to move along, limbs jerking and fingers digging the dirt. I catch a glimpse of his face and I wish I hadn't. Madness and desperation floods his features.
Everything gets louder, everything gets more intense as the tornado looms over. Melix still hasn't given up and I only feel pity for him; for the useless hope he is still fueled with. My brother, my determined brother; I must make him see sense.
I pull him down in one tug and he falls, eyeing me with shock. My hands cup his cheeks, and looking into his eyes, I shake my head slowly, tears spilling.
And then he hugs me. He embraces me and I do the same for him. It's just the two of us; two siblings who have lost all hope. No father, no mother, no storm; just us and towering death.
The winds drag us in and the last thing I'm aware of is the weightless feeling of being lifted and Melix's hand out slipping out of my grasp, his screams louder than mine.734Please respect copyright.PENANABQuRWM0iaw