Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 26

was crowded by fear. My mind felt pervaded. I started wafting from reality, again. I heard the soft, conciliating
voices of the students as my thoughts fell into a void of darkness...
“Thousands of years of happy reign be thine…”
I awoke to someone uttering my name.
“Yoshitaka, wake up, Yoshitaka.”
I opened my eyes. I saw Fujimoto standing over me. He was trying to lift the debris from my leg.
“It.. won’t... bUDGE!”
As he said the last word, he pulled the debris off my leg.
“Cmon, we need to go.” He exclaimed.
He offered me a hand, which I took without any thought. All my might was needed to stand off the dreaded
ground. I stood up with some trouble but was able to at the end from leaning on Fujimoto. As I got up, I gasped.
The view shook me. From the ground you were not able to see the true destruction of the bomb. It had destroyed
everything. The whole city, was nothing. The city, denigrated to dust and rubble. Flames engulfing the city,
everything was fire. Looking at the scenery made me feel the heat. The sky had become black, a colour of none.
The mushroom cloud was growing bigger and bigger by the second.
“What are you doing! Hurry up and start walking!” said Fujimoto
We jumped over the remains of our school, bricks shattered all over. I saw the bodies of my fellow classmates lying
on the ground, like the bricks. I saw Shihoko on the ground, I saw his chest moving up and down.
“Look! Shihoko,” I said “We have to help him!”
Fujimoto and I trudged over to him.
“Shihoko! Wake up!”
We kneeled down and flipped him on his side. Shihoko was barely alive. His skull was cracked open, he was
missing an eye, flesh was dangling from head, no spot on his face was left without blood. He moaned to me.
“Mother… Mother!” He mumbled.
His whole lower body was trapped under rubble and dirt. He pointed to the notebook in his front pocket.