Earthquake terror
Sichuan’s hospital after the fateful incident. “Yes, I am.” I replied.
The guy told me he was a reporter from Singapore and came to
interview me about what had happened during the earthquake. All
my memories came rushing into my mind. Tears came rolling
down my cheeks as I related the whole incident to him.
The whole landscape was bathed in the warm glow of the rising
Sun. My family and I had just alighted from the flight last night.
The Trip to Sichuan, China was a reward for my sister and I as we had
gotten good results for our SA1. We were staying in a 5-star hotel
and the room was so luxurious. My sister, who was 9 years old,
had just look through the tourist brochure from the hotel, looking
for the children’s section. She found out that Sichuan had a famous
cinema and wanted to go there to watch a show. I rejected it as I
know she would watch a childish show. Just then, my sister broke
into tears and ran around shouting “Brother don’t want to go with
me to the cinema!” My mum came and told me that I should go
with her. “Not again?” I moaned. Why mother was always so unfair!
I don’t like my sister because she was always snatched the remote
control and what’s more, I had to let her! Being a big brother was
always difficult! When we reached the cinema, my sister was over
the moon. She went around looking for all sorts of shows. She
made up her mind and wanted to watch ‘Tom and Jerry’, which
was in chinese. “What a baby!” I thought. We bought our tickets
and went in. We went to our seats and sat on it. The show was about
a cat chasing a mouse. How boring! Just when the cat was going
to catch the mouse, a lady in the front row stood up and screamed
at the top of her voice! Is she afraid that the cat would eat the
mouse? At that moment, my feet was registering some strange
pulse emanating as if it came from the floor itself. It felt like the building had a heartbeat and
I was strapped onto it. The pulse was something strong, and I could feel it up my ankles
and knees. “It can’t be happening.” I murmured. After that, the
whole cinema was in total chaos, everyone was running all around,
pushing one another. I stood up and held my sister’s hand and ran
with her. But we cannot escape in time as we tripped and fell onto
the ground we thought that this was the end of our live. “Are you
ok?” I asked. “Yes.” my sister replied. We were trapped and there
was no way out. Breathing became harder every minute. The
chunks of bricks and concrete that buried my sister and I were
pressing tighter by the hour, crushing us. We did not feed the pain
as our bodies had gone numb! Then there was the rain, sharp and
cold lashing at them through the cracks.
“I don’t think we would make it,” I told my sister. Our faces just
inches away and our arms wrapped around each other. “We must
have faith in ourselves,” she replied. We whispered encouragement
to each other. “Do you think our parents share the same fate as
us?” I asked. “I hope not. May god bless them,” she replied. I tried
to focus my mind on two things: How can I get out? How can I
stay alive? We did not feel hunger or thirst. We had to take turn
breathing. We had some sleep to save our energy. But we were
too terrified to fell asleep.
Then slowly the daylight began coming back through the crack.
Hours later, we heard crunching footsteps on the rubble and they
kept yelling “Is anyone there?” “We are here!” I shouted as loudly
as I could. I heard them saying, “Hold on, we are going to save
you right now.” At last, we heard the rumbling of heavy machinery.
After five or six hours later, a straw came down through the
crack. We took turns sipping the sugar water. The crack was
getting bigger. Some workers came and grabbed us out. Finally.
we were out! We went sent into the ambulance and they drove us
to the hospital. I tried to hug my sister but I could not as I was
badly wounded. Nearly a week after the rescue, we were both in
tremendous pain. I felt as my heart was being squeezed. I cannot
sit up on my own. We found out that our parents were safe and
sound. My stout body was covered in scabbed over with blood and
pus.
“Sorry I need to get some sleep.” I told the reporter. The reporter
thanked me and walked out of the ward. The terrible incident will
forever etched in my mind.