My eyes flutter open. I get up. I look down and nearly faint. Instead I scream. Surely nobody heard me over the roar of the planes but I scream anyway. I have a hole going right through me. I panic and think I'm dying I'm dying. After thirty seconds I realize I'm very alive and not short on breathing. I look down and see it's just a hole. I can't see my organs or anything. I run back inside. "Esme! Are you ok!?" I shout  "Yes!" She answered
Thank god. I run into the washroom and Esme screams. "Esme! I'm ok!" "Are you sure?" Esme whimpers. "Yes I'm sure." I stroke her wet hair and say "The bombs are over. You can get out now." "Ok" she says she jumps out and pull on her nighting gown. We walk into the living room. We hear a knock on the door and a voice that says "Any injured!?" We walk to the door open it. "Ok, what is your, AHH!" He said alarmingly. "She's fine sir!" Esme said and put her hand through the hole in my stomach. The medic fainted. We decided to carry him to his ambulance. We sat him down and rushed back inside. I shut and locked the door. "Ok Esme. It's time to go to sleep." I said "What if there is another bomb attack?" She asked. "There won't be. Now come on we can sleep on the couch." She layed down and covered her with a blanket. Then I went to get on my nighting gown. I took off my dress which now had a hole in it. I put on my gown which luckily covered the hole. I went to sleep next to Esme. What if the hole doesn't disappear? I think to myself. What if?