~ Rated R ~
The tornado struck and Carla was left alone, without her husband, son and all family she knew of. And being alone isn't a good thing. Her job barely pays her enough for her to live on. And one day, going to the park, she meets a beautiful Goldendoodle puppy and his owner, Charles Koore, or Charlie. And his help might be the thing to retrieve her from this everlasting nightmare she's become.
The water poured off my hair and into my eyes, but I did not close them. The phrase don't wipe away the tears if more are going to come broke through my careful barrier and I wailed, my voice sounding foreign even to myself. I sounded inhumane. I closed my eyes and fought soundlessly to restore my wall.
The gray sky around me loosed a magnificent streak of lightning, radiantly bright, lighting up the gray and swirling clouds for a moment to let me see the gigantic funnel moving away from my town.
I fell to my knees. I closed my eyes again, squeezed them shut with as much force as I could, trying to take the pain away from my mind and into my eyes, hoping to see anything, anything but this awful scene. I knew that opening my mouth again would be the last of my resolve. But I was squeezing my eyes so tightly that I could not breathe. I loosened my eyes and allowed them to open up the tiniest bit.
I hadn't expected opening my eyes to be the last of my resolve. I screamed in agony and fell to the ground, fighting for the pain not to crush me, but for anything else to do so.
My screams echoed and I allowed the rain to drench me, to fall into my mouth, to run into my lungs as I rolled on the ground, screaming and sobbing.
I felt the water begin to wear me down and my throat was beginning to feel burned. I choked on their names as I called out to them, hoping that it would be my last words.
"Rodney!" I sputtered, my voice barely understood through the water that was slowly sending me to my death. "Jeffrey," I coughed, holding my burning chest. I inhaled once more and felt the rain begin to work my wishes. I felt myself slipping into darkness, into blackness, a blackness I had feared so often but I now welcomed, knowing that they were somewhere in it.
My husband. My son. My love and joy. All dead. And hopefully, I was about to be, too.