Fragmented Explosion.

When the explosion happened people started screaming, running away. But I ran towards it, so didn't notes but others yelled at me to turn around, some tried to pull me back. A fifteen year old girl, is conserved as fragile, but sadly I wasn't like most. Scrambling away from the hands of others I ran full speed towards the destruction, my mother said I did sought like this because I was addicted to adrenalin. She was right of course, I had some piercing and got a tattoo, some shamed it, I loved it. The ground moved underneath me, me feet pounding agents it, closer, closer. In front of me was smock, flickers of fire, but mostly rubble scattered the streets and buildings around the explosion. It had hit a hospital, as I got closer I could see others moving toward the ruins like I was. Older men and women, the braver of us all helped people affected away from the cite. There were ambulances there, the irony of that almost made me laugh, almost. When I got there I relished why I had been drawn to this place, the hospital, inside it had been my mother. It hit my like a gun shot, the impact so fast, then the slow pain seeped into my stomach, then tightened my throat. We had allayed mocked about when I went to funerals I wouldn't have to find anything black, because I always dressed in tight black paints and a band shirt. But now the joke was not funny, all I could think of was maybe. Maybe she is alive somewhere in that mess of brick and glass. it seemed like seconds had pasted as everyone collected the broken. I must have walked over to a near by bus stop and sat down, because soon it was night. My phone was buzzing in my pocket, commotion stilt going on around me. I watched the people, waiting to see a familiar face. When I finally saw my older brother funning toward me, my eyes started to burn. He was so tall and lean he reached me in seconds once we had made eye contact. He sat down with me, pulling me into a swift embrace. I returned the gesture by wrapping my arms around him and putting my face into his navy blue shirt.
"I found you Blair," he said voice shaky, his voice was never shaky.
"Mom, is mom okay Jed?" my voice was also like his, I was on the brake of tears.
"I can't tell you, I wish I knew?" then they came after he spoke, the tears hot and salty rolled down my face. The uncertainty fit me in the stomach, just when the pain seemed unbearable it got worse. This pain hurt my head to much.
I might add more to this story, I'm sorry if I had stupid mistakes, I'm only 13. So sorry, I'm a little unsure, this is also my first blog. It a little scary, to put my characters out there like this.