If you can, if you want- listen to this song while you read;

Hold On

By: Chord Overstreet

( I knew the song, so I paced the story to end with the music… I paused between the lyrics and read it between the music, slowly. It made my 12 yro sis tear up. 🥹🖤)

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Sirens scream in the distance, smoke fills the air as they pull her from the flames and lay her on a bright white cot.

The world dims, her chest doesn’t move. The sirens fade into background noise, the world zooms in and out of focus.

They lift the electric pads.

They start the count down.

They shock her once.

They shock her twice.

They pause, check her pulse.

Colors flash and spin, red and blue. Screams fill the air, the smell of death lurks in the apartment courtyard.

Bodies are pulled from the burning building. It crumbles as the last are pulled. A woman screams over her dead baby.

Walkies chirp and crackle, policemen shake their heads and sigh at the massacre in front of them.

They shock her again.

They do it again.

She doesn’t move.

They shake their heads.

The shocks are lowered.

The man crumbles to his knees. The paramedic stumbles over, a wild look in his eyes as he shakes his head, showing that she is no more.

Blackness closes in.

His breath stops.

His heart pounds.

The tears start.

She lay still on the cot.

All alone amidst the smoke.

No one to hold her,

Nor the tear in her heart.