Never coming home

(A/N- this chapter begins in Margaret's POV, the moment the bombs start to fall)

Margaret's POV

"WATCH OUT"

A bomb drops at the end of the street. Rocks, glass, cement, dust fly everywhere around us. People scream as more bombs start to drop one after the other. The sounds of people screaming in panic, the warning sirens and the various bombs is defending. Cars racing, people running around and against each other.

My brain doesn't process what's happening until a woman runs into me, knocking us both down. As soon as I get up on my feet again, the first thoughts run through my head,

"Run."

And so I do. I need to find Gerard. He's supposed to be at the café waiting for me, so that's where I'm headed.

But the task proves to be more difficult than anticipated. The amount of people running into me makes it hard for me to run the opposite direction. More bombs fall covering me and everyone else with dust.

Every once in a while, I cover my face to protect my eyes from the glass that explodes around me with the impact. I feel some shards of it knick my skin and leaving scratches. Another bomb falls, closer this time, and the impact makes me fly into a wall. I land on the ground and scrape my knees. It hurts, but I need to keep running. I need to get to Gerard.

I remove my shoes and throw them away, making it easier for me to run. I look around and the café is just a few blocks away. I need to reach it. As I start to get up and start running, more bombs drop. More screams. More panic. Dead bodies cover the streets. Some died from the bombs, other from being trampled over, other for being hit by the several cars that try to escape certain death.

I take cover behind a car, trying to protect myself as much as I can before I can start running again. I look around and see some soldiers trying to help civilians, other soldiers run in the direction of the base. I see men in panic, and women trying to keep it together in order to protect her children as she pulls them away from their father who lays dying in the street.

"I need to move."

"You have to run Margaret!"

"Find Gerard

"Goddammit Margaret MOVE!"

"Run! Just keep running"

I start to panic. My mind is racing. I know what I have to do, but my legs just don't work. I'm frozen behind the car, crouching and with my arms protecting my head.

"You're going to die if you don't move!"

"You need to run!"

"MOVE MARGARET!"

"RUN!"

"MARGARET" the sound of my name being called awakes me from my panicked state. I must be dreaming. My mind is playing tricks on me because it sounded just like...

"MARGARET!!" It is him!

"GERARD" I call, trying to see where his voice is coming from

"MARGARET!! MARGARET WHERE ARE YOU?"

That's when I see him. Standing in the middle of the street with Frank next to him.

"GERARD! FRANK! OVER HERE!" I yell. They both turn around and finally see me.

As soon as our eyes lock together, the whole world seems to stop. There he is. As beautiful as ever. Is uniform covers in dust, and his hair out of place, but to me, he never looked more perfect. A smile of relief appears on his face as soon as he sees me.

I see him starting to run towards but another bomb drops at the end of the street. Gerard and Frank retreat into a nearby ally as I crouch down again behind the car, covering my face.

I look over at him again. He looks so scared.

"MARGARET YOU HAVE TO RUN! RUN OVER HERE! NOW!" He yells

I try to move, but I'm still frozen in place. My body doesn't seem to want to work

"I CAN'T" I yell back. God! Why can't I move?!

"SWEETHEART YOU HAVE TO DO IT! RUN OVER HERE NOW!" He yells again

I try to move again. My legs don't move. They feel numb. I feel numb. The adrenaline that was rushing through my veins before has turned into complete panic.

I see Frank telling Gerard something as they both look my way. I see Gerard swallowing his fear and nodding at whatever Frank just said.

"SWEETHEART IM COMING TO GET YOU! JUST DONT MOVE!" He yells at me

I nod, and see him start to run towards me.
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My mind is hazy. My ears are ringing. There are clouds of dust all around me. The world seems to move at a much slower pace. What happened? I can't tell what happened.

I realize that I'm laying down on the ground, looking up at the smoke covered sky. How did I get here?

I try to move. But my body won't let me. But this isn't the same feeling as before. The feeling of panic is gone. This one is different. I can't feel anything. My whole body, from the neck down, just isn't moving.
I lift my head a bit to try and see if something is pinning me down.

The first thing I see, is red. A massive puddle of red taints the front of my once white dress. And in the middle of my chest, is a large metal bar sticking out.

"NOOOOOOOOOO! MARGARET!!"

Notes

Please don't hate me...