William Samith: A Short Story
Survival Story: William Samith
Death is a beautiful thing that can only be understood by someone who has almost experienced it, witnessed it, or have felt it. I'm 35 years old and I, William Samith, have watched everyone I've known or love die today. Except one person, Melissa, the woman I love most. I have no idea where she is but that's not stopping me from finding her. I can mourn, but It's not over yet. The tsunami, it already hit Miami, but the scientists, well whatever's left of them, predict that Miami will experience many more natural disasters in the next few hours. Everyone is giving up, the grief is too much for them. I refuse to let myself die. I will find my wife and we will survive.
It all started on a beautiful Monday morning. …show more content…
The wave was beginning to form, it was go time. I have never run so fast in my life, trying not to leave behind the people I loved, but desperately trying to secure my safety. Sophia, Jack and I made it to a high rise building, over 20 floors. We were on the staircase, trying desperately to make it to the roof of the building, but the cries of the people in my beloved city were louder than I have ever heard before. We were only on the 7th floor when BAM, tsunami has hit. I saw everything happening from a window in the staircase. Hundreds of people being drowned in the rolling waves of the tsunami. The tsunami was so big and powerful, so eager to make us suffer. I couldn't tell if I was crying because of the beauty of it, or because it just killed my …show more content…
Sophia was right behind me the whole time, holding onto Jack with a grip so hard, he actually suffocated. Sophia just killed her son, my nephew, my mom's grandchild. I have never in my life seen someone so in shock with so many different emotions. People think I am cold and heartless, but I'm just good in bad situations. I take the dead baby and help Sophia climb these stairs. Eventually, Sophia was just in too much pain and couldn't go on, she took Jack and sat on the stair. I watched, crying, as my sister began to breathe in water, looking to end this suffering to great to deal with. I couldn't stop
Death is a beautiful thing that can only be understood by someone who has almost experienced it, witnessed it, or have felt it. I'm 35 years old and I, William Samith, have watched everyone I've known or love die today. Except one person, Melissa, the woman I love most. I have no idea where she is but that's not stopping me from finding her. I can mourn, but It's not over yet. The tsunami, it already hit Miami, but the scientists, well whatever's left of them, predict that Miami will experience many more natural disasters in the next few hours. Everyone is giving up, the grief is too much for them. I refuse to let myself die. I will find my wife and we will survive.
It all started on a beautiful Monday morning. …show more content…
The wave was beginning to form, it was go time. I have never run so fast in my life, trying not to leave behind the people I loved, but desperately trying to secure my safety. Sophia, Jack and I made it to a high rise building, over 20 floors. We were on the staircase, trying desperately to make it to the roof of the building, but the cries of the people in my beloved city were louder than I have ever heard before. We were only on the 7th floor when BAM, tsunami has hit. I saw everything happening from a window in the staircase. Hundreds of people being drowned in the rolling waves of the tsunami. The tsunami was so big and powerful, so eager to make us suffer. I couldn't tell if I was crying because of the beauty of it, or because it just killed my …show more content…
Sophia was right behind me the whole time, holding onto Jack with a grip so hard, he actually suffocated. Sophia just killed her son, my nephew, my mom's grandchild. I have never in my life seen someone so in shock with so many different emotions. People think I am cold and heartless, but I'm just good in bad situations. I take the dead baby and help Sophia climb these stairs. Eventually, Sophia was just in too much pain and couldn't go on, she took Jack and sat on the stair. I watched, crying, as my sister began to breathe in water, looking to end this suffering to great to deal with. I couldn't stop