Second Day

I remember the second of August 2002 like it was yesterday when my nightmare started, an now there is a hole in my heart which will remain there till the day I die.
The day was bright and warm on the morning of August. There was a strange feeling in the air, which caused a chill down my spin. The air smelt like fresh bread straight from the oven.
As I walked down the stairs still in my pyjamas, the burning carpet warmed by the sun felt like fire warming the soles of my feet. Mum had left the toast out with the butter left beside it. I could still feel the heat coming off the crust on to my tired restless face.
I dragged my feet through the living room still with the burning sensation in my feet; I could see the blaring sun raise split the TV from its black and dull screen.
Then the ringing of the phone broke the deadly silence in the house. It was my best friend Risha asking weather I was up for the fair. I quickly said yes, dropped the receiver and ran up the stairs and jump...