Bombing

The screaming sound of dozens of Nazi bombers roared overhead, glancing around the room my heart skipped a beat, my sister, Angela who has never cried in her life and was always so strong, so positive had started crying.
“Are you ok, sis?” I asked, close to tears myself.
“It’s not going to end, is it?” She sobbed.
“Soon.” I replied “I promise sis, it will be all over soon.”
“But what about mommy and daddy, I want mommy and daddy!”
Mum and dad had gone out to the house to find supplies. That was hours ago.
“Angie, they’re going to be fi--“ I was cut off as the thunderous sound of a bomb landed close to our shelter, rattling us to our cores. We hugged tight, and I started crying as well. It was just to much for me, our parents were most likely dead, my stone willed sister cried and to top it off, Nazis were bombing my London. That’s when I heard it, a huge whistling sound, directly overhead.
“Oh no!” I yelled.
“What?” Angie asked.
I held her tight, bracing for what was to come. The whistling hit its peak, then abruptly cut off.
“I love you Angie!” I whispered
“I love you to Mike...” She responded back
Then what came next seemed to be in slow motion, or maybe it was just me. I don’t know. Something struck the roof of the shelter, exploding, destroying the shelter completely. Something struck Angie in the head, plunging into her brain, killing her instantly. I had the terror of seeing my best friend in the world, my wonderfull sister, die before my eyes. I didn’t have love to savour the moment though, soon after something struck me on the head, smashing my skull to pieces. We died in each others arms, not to be found until hours later, when mum and dad finally returned.