Pain+(narrative)

guys, i attempted to write this essay this afternoon. now i paste it here. feel free to edit!!

The house was in a total mess! The sofas were torn out and the desks were a mess. The atmosphere seemed very gloomy all over the place. Television cables were lying everywhere randomly, carpets were turned over with some dirty muddy footsteps on them and the chandelier on the ceiling was swinging and creaking. On the floor, smithereens of broken vases were scattered everywhere and the flowers had already wilted with a deathly brownish yellow, where pools of water were strewed about. This was definitely the scene that I had never ever seen in my whole life! This morning, I was surfing online in my room. While all the excitement and exhilaration were going on, suddenly the phone rang loudly and it pierced through my ears. Still complaining of the interruption to my enjoyment, I picked up the phone grudgingly. “He-llo!” I dragged the word to express my annoyance and bore. Shockingly, that was my mother. Initially, I thought that my impoliteness and disrespect had caused me to be in a deep trouble. However, she screamed out loud, “Gordie, come down right away! We are going to your aunt's home! Her house has been robbed!” it was obvious that my mother’s nerves had been frayed! Immediately, I charged out of the room and headed for my aunt Tina's house. On the way there, I asked my mother for some details. She told me that aunt Tina's house had been ransacked and almost all her money and jewellery were taken away. Fortunately her visa cards and identification files were still safe. “How sorrowful she must be now! Poor thing!” my mother mumbled worriedly. She was frowning her eyebrows and pursing her lips at the same time. As for me, I kept thinking that it would not be so serious as compared to those which were reported in the newspapers. Minutes later, we arrived at my aunt's ancient and grand-looking house. My mother pushed open the door and we entered the house. Once there, with one glance at the scene, our mouths flew open and our eyes grew big like saucers. We tried to speak but no words could come out. Stupefied, we turned speechless - flabbergasted with the ghastly sight. We had never expected to see such a chaos inside the house. The furniture was just in a disorder and all electrical appliances were hammered out! All the drawers were pulled out and all lockers had deep cracks, presumably from being hacked by an axe. It was really a nightmare especially to my aunt. At that moment, I was very irated at the burglar as he tried all means to get the money. I felt pitiful for my aunt. In one corner of the room, my aunt crouched, holding her knees tightly. She had her head buried in between her knees with her shoulders drooping. Her high-heeled shoes were thrown about freely beside her and her wallet was held hard in her hands. Seemingly she did not want to lose any valuables. Hearing the sounds as we approached her, she raised her head slowly and stared at us vacantly. Her face was ashen-white along with the appearance of torment and misery, pain was clearly carved on her aging feature. Muffled sobs escaped as tears welled out from her red eyes and dripped down her pale cheeks. My mother quickly knelt and hugged her warmly, calming her, “Dear, it is okay. All will be alright!” “I…lost…all…sad…live…” my aunt spoke incoherently. My mother looked at her pitifully and listened patiently to her. However, there was still logic in my aunt’s words - somehow. After telling my mother the story - in between sobs - she eventually burst into a distressed and grief-stricken cry. It was like a hopeless call piercing through my ears - and my heart at the same time. Unfortunate events happen to us sometimes. My aunt was one of those who underwent these pains. It was indescribable and unbelievable for me to witness such a scene. How I wish that the burglar will be captured and charged for the crime that he has committed.