the tsunamic nightmare

The tsunamic nightmare
      I could smell the saltwater flying through the air, but everyone remained calm. It was three hours into my birthday year 2006. I was on the warm beach of Tokyo, Japan, and I could see the storms coming up the east side. I thought little of it until I saw that right up the shore the waves were getting higher. It was then I heard the screams of the people on the east side, it was then I could see it approaching, the tsunami.
     I couldn’t get a grip on what was unfolding around me, but my body reacted swiftly hiding in the lifeguard booth. I saw lifeless bodies flying through the heavy winds. I couldn’t find my family anywhere. Another family approached the door; I tried to let them in but a boat blocked it crushing them in between. Suddenly the small glass window bursts gashing a centimeter away from my left eye open. I fell back and sliced my left arm to the bone, and my body went numb from a dash of the ice cold water. My leg was crushed under a shelf and I could hear every shatter in the bones.
     Though I couldn’t hear the people well, I could tell how they felt. The agony in their faces said it all; they were lost and hopelessly looking for safety that was years to come. The children ran almost fearlessly across the beach looking for any shelter. A little girl around four years old screeched “where’s my mommy” right before the wave took her. The pain in the adults faces not for them for they had lived their lives, but for the babies and kids feebly retreating who wouldn’t see a day of their 20s. I could even feel the anger in the waves taken its burden out on the helpless civilians, and the winds confused and rage state of minded not knowing east or west.
     As for me I was alone, hollow, scared, and swallowed in darkness.  I couldn’t breath I started convulsing, but as I waited for the pain to end it pressed on. My body was shaking I feared living and dying, for I wanted to make it on in life I wanted the agony to be over. I leaned on the edge of the shelter feeling selfish, I was safe letting innocent souls die watching as they cursed god’s and Satan’s name. I was selfish other could die and see the angels, while I’m face with life as vegetable. I felt like I could have done something another than live. Like I should have been a man and ran with those lost souls, death is nature right it comes naturally. Soon I felt angry not at me not at the ones running but at the family that ran to the door, they could have saved someone but they thought selfish no second guessing saving themselves. Over all I finally for once felt human. I learn hopelessness, strength, pain, and many other things we take for granite.
     So how did it all end? You can say it was luck or it was that death couldn’t carry a heavier load, but the storm came to a cease. Police, fire man, ambulances, and the whole nine yard where there on the double. I was pretty much a vegetable when they found me, if that poor little girl’s mother would have given up hope of finding her daughter who knows where I’d be. The hospitals were flooded with deceased and the living families crowded around waiting for news. I even got to tell that girl’s mother what happen to her, Lilly I think her name was. I told her how she cried her lungs out, how she was trampled, how no one bothered to help her, and how she rode with Jesus on a wave. So luck? No I call it waking up from a dream of terror realizing anything can happen at any moment. Actually it wasn’t a dream more like a forgotten nightmare what my little brother calls now my tsunamic nightmare.