Joel woke up in a cold sweat, her breathing heavy. She looked around the room, relieved to see Sage sleeping in the other bed. It was just a dream, Jo, she reprimanded herself.
She closed her eyes and rested her head in her hands. The dream she had just woken up from had been far from a good one. It had been a flashback to the day of the bombing, and once again, Joel hadn't been able to do anything to stop it. She took a deep breath, laying back against the pillows and allowed herself to drift back off into a light slumber, praying that the nightmare wouldn't return.
A strong wind sent the girl's auburn hair whipping across her face as she ran out of her house, frantically searching for her family. She stumbled and fell, thrusting her hands out before her to keep her from falling. As her palm made contact with the ground, there was a faint, yet audible crack and the girl winced. "Get it together, Jo!" She told herself, picking herself up and looked around again.
There was a