Hidden: A Storm

It has been several days since we settled in this location. My body was filled with goosebumps whenever my sister made the statement, "We have foods and clothes to wear. But we don't know much about this place, yet. What if this place is vulnerable to storms and disasters?". I know she cared much about safety more than any of us, but I had the feeling that some disastrous storm might attack us whenever I hear the statement. Looking back, it's like I secretly possess a sixth sense. It sounds nonsense, but it's partly true.

After sunset, we formed a fire and beddings on the grass. The weather had gotten colder as the night arrived. The clouds of darkness spread over the sky. No one knows what might be coming. Suddenly, a blast of wind blowed through the trees and reached our hiding place. Our bonfire was extinguished. Screams, shouts, and painful tears cried out amidst the chaos. Someone bravely shouted, "Do not be afraid for God is with us. Everybody come this way, and let's stay close to one another." Everyone head towards the familiar voice. Momentarily, the rain began to pour down on us. I shiver like a wild dog. This is a horrific nightmare. I couldn't hear the sound effects of lightning and thunders clashing down the trees. This place is mostly dangerous for thunderstorms.

I don't understand which is worse — being executed by the government, or suffering and dying from natural disasters. I push the thought away as I held onto my mom and sister's hands tightly. The world is fading away in my head. The space is empty with blackness instead of brightness. At least it's quiet and peaceful here. I don't want to wake up and see my loved ones dying or hurting. I wish I could stay.