Many days gone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young girl standing on what will be covered in ash very soon

Submitted: June 28, 2015

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~~“Happy Birthday my darling” said mother, it was my fifteenth birthday. “Here you go my love” father handed me a box wrapped with paper. I was so excited to open it, what was inside was beautiful, “My lord, father this is beautiful, how did you get it?” I said with such a smile, my gift was a golden goblet, it had emeralds and rubies implanted on it, silver flowers were carved into the sides, it was the most expensive thing I had ever seen. “I have been saving our money for it, do you love it?” my father asked. “It is the best thing I have ever gotten.” That night I filled my new goblet to the rim with wine, it was one of the best nights of my life, and nothing will change that, not even the fallen walls.

The next morning I was surround by gifts and happiness, I didn’t mind the head ach, my life was perfect. “Nina can you go get us water?” asked my father, the last words he will have ever said to me “Of course.” When I walked out of the house some men were talking about the volcano that dominated our city, “Some say it will erupt soon” “No, the spirts say not for another fifty years” I would have never knew the spirts were wrong, but we all make mistakes.

“Let me carry that water for you, it is no job for a lady as beautiful as you” said a man, he seemed a bit older than me. “Oh no thank you, I can carry it just well” I said but he refused to give me my water back, “Why don’t you just let me carry it for you?” he said “Because I can carry it myself, now give it back!” As I went to grab it he swung the bucket away from me causing me to slip and fall, the water came down and poured all over my head. The man bent down to say something but that’s when it happened, it blew.

The volcano blew and screamed a deafening roar, ash shot into the air covering the sky, when I looked over I saw only black and lava in the sky. I got up to run, but people were screaming and running around, pushing me to the ground. “Please help me, I NEED HELP PLEASE!” No one was listening, I finally stood up screaming for my father. Again no one was listening, the walls came down, the ground was still shaking, and people were still screaming. Something hit me in the head and I came falling to the ground along with everything else.

I woke up later in a tunnel with a few others, “What am I doing here?” I asked the others sitting around me, “We saved you from the volcano” said one of the men. “No my family, I need to go back there, they need me” I said as I started for the exit. “NO, you cannot go out there, you’ll die.” Screamed a lady with her jewels and dresses. “I’ll die in here, we all will, the ash it will cover the exit and we won’t be able to get out” I said as I looked to the others, women and men with children, horrified faces, ones that will turn to ash, they won’t come with me.

I left the tunnel and saw something no one should see, the town was broken. Buildings torn down to ash, humans turn to ash, animals burned to ash, plants broken to ash, everything was ash. My lungs started to fill with the dry fire. I covered my face with my dress, the ground burning my feet through my shoes, the tears streaking my face, how am I supposed to live now? I closed my eyes and saw the town we all loved not broken, but perfect.

I walked to my house and was barely able to see the goblet I got for my birthday, I dropped to the ground in tears. I wiped off the goblet and saw the beautiful silver flowers, emeralds, rubies, and gold, I saw them shine. When I looked up I was even more horrified at what I saw. “H…elp me.” Said a man, he was covered in the dry fire. I ran over to him, he was so broken he would have died soon anyways, I walked away from him a grabbed a knife I found in the rubble. “I’m so sorry” I said in tears and cut his throat, I had to end his suffering, when I got up I walked for days. No matter how far I went the walls were on the ground along with its people, but then after many days gone I found people. They helped me and we lived together in peace after the ash of Pompeii.


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