"Goodbye sweeties I will see you soon!" Oh how I hate when my dad calls me and Esme "sweeties". I'm 12! 12! You can call Esme sweetie all you want but not me. Never! We both watch him run out of the house and onto a transportation vechicle to face the war. Esme breaks into tears "Why did he have go Sam? Why!" She sobbed. "Because he is going help fight the bad guys." I said soothingly as I stroked her hair. We walked into the living room and sat down. Esme layed her head on my lap. I hugged her tightly and said "Daddy told us to stay safe so we are going to stick together." "Ok." She said quietly. Suddenly sirens started blaring throughout the city. Esme jolted upright. "Esme, go to the tub." I said she rushed out of my lap and went into the washroom. We had come up with her "safe place" when we talked about the bomb attacks. I opened the door planes streaked through the sky dropping bombs every few seconds. I shut the door locked it and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed our first aid kit, some food and water, and a flashlight. I ran into the washroom where Esme had already filled the tub with water. "Are we going to be ok?" She asked "Yes" I said. More bombs dropped. I walked out and checked outside. I noticed the large bomb coming toward me. There was no time to scream. No time to run. Only time to stare. I felt the contact. The world went white