Hello........ That's all I wanted to say! 

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    She wasn't answering. But,something was off. She started wobbling, her grip fading from my shoulders. Her eyes started to close.

"Evelyn,what's wrong?"

She only smiled and said in a weak voice "Th-three weeks."

 She fell on my chest and rested weakly. I was scared, I didn't know what to do. "Evelyn wake up, what's wrong?!...EVELYN!"

            I tried lifting her, I put her arm around my shoulder and took her to the living room. I laid her down carefully on the sofa and listened to her heartbeat. Her heart was beating slow and slower by the second. I don't know what's happening. I panicked,I gently nudged her shoulder and,she slowly turned to her side. I guessed she hasn't slept,but it still worries me. She's still alive which is good. That's a relief. But I do wonder what happened. Wait the house, I stood up and looked around the living room. There was a grandfather clock,and other antiques. We didn't have any antiques at our house. I stepped back,it's obvious that it isn't our house. And that's when it all came to me the memories all of them fled in,the bombings, the house fire,and our parents even my little brother. I started to freak out and looked at Evelyn, she was still asleep. I walked towards a window. It was boarded up.

 "What is this?"

 I walked to another. It was boarded up too. "What's happening?!" I walked slowly towards the door, there was only one reason why Evelyn boarded up the windows, something bad must of happened.

          I grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it to the right. At least it wasn't locked. It ticked open,and I pushed it wide open. My eyes locked on two things,one the houses,and two the floor. They were all covered in ashes and debris. It was already cold since it has been three weeks. If I wanted to know the truth...I needed to go outside. I took the first step outside and calmly went out to the yard. I examined my surroundings and knew I wasn't on the same street as of our former house. I opened the gate and went to find the street name. Problem was I couldn't find it,probably because my memory isn't that clear. I turned the block and walked,trying to remember the address. Our home was near the center of the street so I ran towards it. It started to come to sight. But quickly stopped. I couldn't even call it a house anymore. It was almost gone. It was a two story house, but was know half of one floor and had the remaining half of the second floor over it. I ran towards it using the little energy I had. I burst open the door and stopped again. This time my mind went blank. What caused it? Simple, I saw my dead parents,my mother was impaled on a wooden pole,her blood smeared all over it. My father was holding her hand,but he's crushed by a beam. And what was worst was that my little brother's body was also impaled on that same pole out of my mother's stomach.They're all decomposed. I didn't know what I was doing,until I snapped out of it. But it was too late,I stood there frozen I couldn't move at all as if I were frozen. I looked up but a beam fell from the second floor and was headed towards me I only moved a few inches until it happened it impaled me in the back and I fell to the floor. Bleeding,I didn't know what to do,I laid there slowly  dying,thinking I was,but wasn't. My eye vision becoming blurry but, I did see something, I was staring at a mirror across the hall in front of me.I saw my dead parents rise and stare at me all they did was scream and scream "IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" I quickly covered my ears and looked back up again only seeing myself, this time standing up with flames around my hands and feet, except ...that wasn't me.