I was catching the bus to mum’s office when it all started,
I sat up the back in one of the only seats left on the bus, an elderly lady gave a quick friendly smile too me as i went too sit down. The bus reeked of body odour and rotten food. Everybody was crowded together; it was the only bus that ran through the west of port-au-prince, and at this time of day everyone was coming home from work and school.
Suddenly I felt a massive lift, as though we just went over a speed bump and now were flying through the air. That wasn’t it. Something wasn’t right. The bus was tipping now. It was tipping to the right. I was getting squished between the window and the other people leaning against me.
It hurt; i could feel the glass on the window pressing into me really bad now.
Then smash! we’d hit something, i could hear the wheels on the bus spinning, crying babies, people screaming and walls falling.
I took a few seconds to take in what had just happened. Then i finally felt the pinching feeling in my arms and how i have no feelings in my leg. I couldn’t get up, i tried.
The bus was quiet except for a few moans of pain and the glass shattering onto the floor of the bus.
I heard yelling in the streets, people screaming there loved ones names.
It must have been an earthquake i thought to myself, as a shiver went down my spine.
Then heaps of thoughts started running through my head. “What about mum? Is she okay?”
I started screaming for help, it felt useless. Nobody was listening.
I layed there for what felt like forever until someone heard me.
Through the cracked glass i could see a man leaning over the bus. I tried to speak but nothing came out. I was scared.
He yelled “We need help over here!”
I felt relief for a second.
But i knew it wasn’t over yet. Not even close.
I could hear people walking towards the bus and the sound of feet stepping on the glass; it felt like they were coming from every direction. Their footsteps were like bombs, every time there feet hit the ground it sounded ten times louder then it was.
I just wanted to get out. I closed my eyes for a second.
When i opened them i was laying on a stretcher in a tent with people all around me. I must have passed out.
As i was looking around i tried to sit up, a man. The same man that found the bus and got help, caught my attention and came running over to me.
He was relieved that i finally woke up, he explained to me exactly where i was. And what was wrong with me.
He told a metal pole had gone through my right leg. And they had removed it. But that i was asleep the whole time and felt nothing thanks to the annasetic.
I looked down at my legs.
I was just grateful they were still there.
Then i realised. “Where’s mum?” i started yelling at the man.
I was freaking out.
“Is she okay!” i started yelling again.
The man just looked at me blankly.
The Chaos around me explained everything, all the buildings were gone.
There was little hope, if any that mum was still alive. The aid bus was going around with stretchers in the back.
I begged the man to take me to mum’s building to see if she was alive.
He hesitated but from the look on his face he obviously felt sorry for me and he finally gave in. I knew mum’s address off by heart, i told the driver. He gave a quick nod and took me there. My heart was racing the whole drive there. I needed to know if mum was okay, the bus stopped. I heard the driver get out he came to get me out from the back of the vehicle he pulled out my stretcher with me on it as gently as he could without nudging my leg.
I looked around it was gone. Everything was gone. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I just cried.
The man drove me back to the tent.
The whole way back all i did was cried.
Mum was the only person i had left; i don’t know my other family.
What was going to happen too me.
Now two weeks later. I’ve been keeping this diary for a while now the lady that came to talk to me about the earthquake said it might help, so far is hasn’t.
I’m in the orphanage now. But nobody really wants me. Mum’s dead. I have no family. And at the orphanage there’s hardly any food.
But I’ll be okay. I know i will.
and im only 13 so yeah
for my age is it good?
I sat up the back in one of the only seats left on the bus, an elderly lady gave a quick friendly smile too me as i went too sit down. The bus reeked of body odour and rotten food. Everybody was crowded together; it was the only bus that ran through the west of port-au-prince, and at this time of day everyone was coming home from work and school.
Suddenly I felt a massive lift, as though we just went over a speed bump and now were flying through the air. That wasn’t it. Something wasn’t right. The bus was tipping now. It was tipping to the right. I was getting squished between the window and the other people leaning against me.
It hurt; i could feel the glass on the window pressing into me really bad now.
Then smash! we’d hit something, i could hear the wheels on the bus spinning, crying babies, people screaming and walls falling.
I took a few seconds to take in what had just happened. Then i finally felt the pinching feeling in my arms and how i have no feelings in my leg. I couldn’t get up, i tried.
The bus was quiet except for a few moans of pain and the glass shattering onto the floor of the bus.
I heard yelling in the streets, people screaming there loved ones names.
It must have been an earthquake i thought to myself, as a shiver went down my spine.
Then heaps of thoughts started running through my head. “What about mum? Is she okay?”
I started screaming for help, it felt useless. Nobody was listening.
I layed there for what felt like forever until someone heard me.
Through the cracked glass i could see a man leaning over the bus. I tried to speak but nothing came out. I was scared.
He yelled “We need help over here!”
I felt relief for a second.
But i knew it wasn’t over yet. Not even close.
I could hear people walking towards the bus and the sound of feet stepping on the glass; it felt like they were coming from every direction. Their footsteps were like bombs, every time there feet hit the ground it sounded ten times louder then it was.
I just wanted to get out. I closed my eyes for a second.
When i opened them i was laying on a stretcher in a tent with people all around me. I must have passed out.
As i was looking around i tried to sit up, a man. The same man that found the bus and got help, caught my attention and came running over to me.
He was relieved that i finally woke up, he explained to me exactly where i was. And what was wrong with me.
He told a metal pole had gone through my right leg. And they had removed it. But that i was asleep the whole time and felt nothing thanks to the annasetic.
I looked down at my legs.
I was just grateful they were still there.
Then i realised. “Where’s mum?” i started yelling at the man.
I was freaking out.
“Is she okay!” i started yelling again.
The man just looked at me blankly.
The Chaos around me explained everything, all the buildings were gone.
There was little hope, if any that mum was still alive. The aid bus was going around with stretchers in the back.
I begged the man to take me to mum’s building to see if she was alive.
He hesitated but from the look on his face he obviously felt sorry for me and he finally gave in. I knew mum’s address off by heart, i told the driver. He gave a quick nod and took me there. My heart was racing the whole drive there. I needed to know if mum was okay, the bus stopped. I heard the driver get out he came to get me out from the back of the vehicle he pulled out my stretcher with me on it as gently as he could without nudging my leg.
I looked around it was gone. Everything was gone. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I just cried.
The man drove me back to the tent.
The whole way back all i did was cried.
Mum was the only person i had left; i don’t know my other family.
What was going to happen too me.
Now two weeks later. I’ve been keeping this diary for a while now the lady that came to talk to me about the earthquake said it might help, so far is hasn’t.
I’m in the orphanage now. But nobody really wants me. Mum’s dead. I have no family. And at the orphanage there’s hardly any food.
But I’ll be okay. I know i will.
and im only 13 so yeah
for my age is it good?