文档介绍：Children Tell Their Horror Stories|劫后余生忆恐怖
Everybody thought it wasn’t real at first, like it was some kind of exercise1. Then people started running. My heart was beating so fast, I ran away too. But suddenly I remembered that my little sister was in the crowd with all the rest of the kids, and I had to go back. How would she be without me? I knew she would be scared2.
I kept telling Agunda they’d let us go3 soon. “When they do, we’ll go into town and get food and drink in a store,” I told her. That was on the first day. By the next day I didn’t know what to tell her except that everything would be okay. Even though my throat was dry the whole time, it felt like it would crack, I didn’t regret my decision to come back, not once.
Agunda Zaragasova 10, found comfort by pressing herself up against her older brother4, who had returned for her．
He told me everything would be okay and kissed me. On the third day the blast5 picked me up and threw me into the air. I fell down on something soft outside, got up and started walking away. Even though there were bullets6 and people everywhere, I couldn’t run—my feet hurt and I was dazed7. A soldier picked me up and carried me away, and they gave me water and a blanket.
 
Herded8 into the gym with the rest of the hostages9, Inna Arkova, 15, was desperate10 to find her sister Natasha, 10.
They started putting bombs everywhe