help.

Shrieking cries rang through the streets. Children's screams permeated my ears. White noise enveloped me. Tires screeched on the roads, leaving the sound of thunder in their wake, like bees buzzing over a flower or fleeing from a bear.

My ears perked at the howls above me, one a booming shout, the other a pitchy cry. Their unharmonious wails piercing. The roaring white noise was deafening, the crackles of heat were all that remained, as the screams above me became more hushed to nonexistent.

There were no more shrieks. No screams. No thunder or buzz. Just white noise. The white noise was closing in, my gasps for air shallow, the crackling echoing. Bustling heat swallowed me. Then silence.

"Help me..."