The Earthquake

Last february 26th, I went to bed exhausted a little bit later than usual, and I fell asleep almost immediately, but suddenly I movement woke me up, and the first thing I thought was that I could get hurt by the things on my shelf, so I stood on my bed and I tried to hold all the things that could get off the shelf.
When the movement stopped, I heard my cousin, he was asking me if I was O.K. and he told me to leave my room and to go to where everybody else was.
Until this moment, I have not realized how serious had been the earthquake, but when I heard on the radio that the epicenter had been between the 7th and 8th Regions I felt like my heart would stopped beating, it was a terrible feeling, and I started to call my family, because my mom, my dad and my little brother live in Curicó and I did not know if they were fine, or if something could have happened to them, but it was impossible for me to call them because all phone lines were collapsed.
I was the entire night trying to phone them or anyone else who could tell me how they were, but nothing happened until about 8 o’clock in the morning, when I got a call from a cousin and I asked him to try to call my mom because I had had no success at that. A moment later he called me back to tell me they all were perfectly fine and I should not worry any more.
After that, I was able to sleep a little but I was still very worried about them. And a couple of hours later, my mom called me and then I felt much better, because I had talked to her.
That was the most stressful and lurid moment I have ever lived.