I'll put this is later :) but it's in the description Sorry I also posted a bit of this on Wattpoad Wait were we supposed to put our writing in it or our character? Hmm ah well I put my character description too
«—6 years ago —» I struggled to fight back tears as my trembling fingers gripped on to my little sister’s clammy palm. Dad’s shouts of anger tore through the door. It was closed, tightly shut, but we could picture his bloodshot eyes glowing in fury as he raged. I heard Mama sob, defeated and tired. “No, please! I’m sorry! I- I... please!” She wailed. “For our children. Please. No!” I didn’t dare to move. My heart thumped against my chest as I lost grip of the facts. Nothing made sense, but it never did. Azalea whimpered and gazed into my eyes. I nodded reassuringly back at her, trying to find hope. “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.” I whispered. My words faded away like dust in the wind. Azalea knew I was lying, and she just fixed her gaze at me as tears pooled in her bluebell eyes. I heard Dad storming out of the house, yelling and insane. It was the last we heard of him. Ever. «—2 years ago—» The message from the radio was clear. Aliens had taken over. Nothing was safe. We had to hide. I didn’t believe this at first. I shook my head as my mouth moved but made no sound. I embraced Azalea and smiled, for the last time. “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.” I reassured her, like I did to her when Dad left. It was still a lie, but it was the only hope we could cling on to. And I clasped my fingers tight with hers as we snuggled side by side, appreciating the last sunset we could. I brushed my mother’s pale skin and hugged her as well, for the last time. It was the day when everything ended. It was when normal was considered as chaos and torture. «—Now—» Mama. Gone. Mama. The word rang in my mind. Mama, who gave us so much love when we needed it. Mama, who protected us until now. Mama, the hidden hero that helped us survive and grow. Her ear splitting screams echoed in my ears, still, for hours on end. What happened back there in the house? Why was she taken away? An endless stream of questions flooded through my racing mind. I searched through my blurred memories, trying to answer. I saw a figure. A black silhouette moving in the darkness. I heard Mama’s screams of agony, growing more and more distant. I heard words, spoken years before now. When the war started. Mama’s silky voice rang in my head. “Trust no one, nothing. Think. And don’t get involved in the wrong side.” My ragged breaths broke the silence. What now? A blurry silhouette formed in the distance, barely visible in the fading whispers of the sun. I could see it getting closer, clearer. “Azalea?” I questioned, my voice cracking at the sound of her name. “Aspen?” She asked in a small voice, so unlike her usual bright self. I immediately jumped up and dashed over to her like a hurricane. Embracing her was a small comfort in this world of lies and torture. I finally let my tears out. They ran continuously down my cheek, like they were supposed to be there. Like I was supposed to suffer. I ran my fingers through Azalea’s tangled mess of charcoal coloured hair. She sobbed in my shoulders as I tried, unsuccessfully to comfort her.
