My head is whirring. Everything was going into hyperdrive as I packed my bags. I can see it in the distance, looming over me, scaring me to death. I look to my mum and dad, their faces solemn. We had to leave our dog, we let him out before we left. I hope he’s alright. I hope I will be alright.

I packed my bags, 4 in 30 minutes, my anxiety was pressing on me like a dumbbell as I left. The car window was tainted with raindrops, each one had a sort of home-like feel even though raindrops were the things that started it.

You know when you have anxiety, but it never shows up, but comes back in a tsunami when you’re life is in danger. My heart is acting up, stopping and I want to cry but, I can’t. Mum switches the raidio on as we drive, the warnings blaring out. The radio is mostly a compilation of static but I hear a ‘Run!’ briefly.

My mum squeezes my leg, I know she is so worried. She always gets paranoid and this has got to her. We have been driving for a good half an hour, I imagine our dog, Charlie, couldn’t escape that fast, and I knew what was going to happen when he ran in the direction of hit. Nemo might survive, I hope, he’s a fish and fish swim in water.

I will always miss my home, my dog, my fish, always miss the sunsets on the beach watching the tide go in. I will always miss me.