Lisa's POV
'Please, wake up, please…" I said in panic. As I watched my daughters on the bare floor, totally motionless.
I held their faces, tears streaming down my eyes, their skin had been burnt by wildfire. I couldn't save them from the explosion, their skin was burnt and bruised, they weren't breathing.
I tapped on their cheeks violently, hoping that they would wake up, but they didn't.
"Please! Please! Maisy! Daisy! Please! No no" I screamed at the top of my voice, I wanted it to come to an end. My life held no meaning anymore, I wanted to die alongside them.
Life didn't mean much if they weren't there with me. I had nothing to live for.
With my blurry vision, I stared at the flames before me, my house was on fire, the biebers were inside, they died, the house, it's down to nothing, everything was inside, this might as well by the end for me. I always knew it was too good to be true, I was never meant to be happy.
