This took me about an hour lololol...
I stood deadly still, the crack of thunder piercing the air. Unknown to me, my parents were lying critically injured in the road and my brother had been murdered by something unseen, but it was probably best for me not to know. Only my sister and I were left relatively unharmed. I did had a few scrapes that could have easily been doctored up with some alcohol, though. Hannah called my name and the snap back into reality stunned me more than when I was leaving it. I loved my sister dearly at times, but in the moment I would have rather died right then and there.
I recovered enough to open an eye. That's when I noticed my mother screaming in agony, blood running down her face. She looked to be in so much pain, suffering. I glanced to her left. My father, significantly more fit was also in a stupor as he was sitting next to a guard rail with an arm severed at the elbow.
"Mom? Mom!? Dad, are you okay?!" I yelped in a low tone.
Suddenly I was kicked off my feet as an explosion rang out nearby, launched debris in every tangible direction. I knew it was time to go because it was either me or the flying hunks of rock. I took off in a sprint, and out of my peripheral vision I noticed my sister not too far behind.
As we were coming up to the house I realized that we couldn't just leave our parents dying on the road. We had to go back. I understood it meant we would die, but I loved my parents in a way that would be considered peculiar to most individuals. Through thick and thin, I knew that they were always there for me; Getting in trouble and being minimally punished was a common occurrence.
"Hannah," I called to my sister when this thought infiltrated the inner core of my being. "We can't just leave mom and dad there! After all they've done to protect us I'd see this as a perfect time to return the favor!"
"They must've died from the explosion, it's not worth the time."
"What do you plan on doing here alone anyways?"
"They're gone, Mars." Hannah broke out in tears.
"Fine, I'll go by myself! If you want to sit here in a pity party and die, be my guest!"
She sat still for several moments weighing the situation like a judge contemplating awarding freedom or condemning them to eternity.
"Fine." Came a week whisper from her parched lips.
As we approached the place of so much pain and suffering, we were only met with more anguish and defeat, as our parents had moved on to something greater than life itself. We dug around for a while and gave up when we couldn't find anything sentimental.
"What the hell happened anyways?" Hannah asked me as if I had an answer.
"I don't know, Hannah. I don't want to know at this point. But whatever it was couldn't be natural."
I suddenly seized up and fell over. The last thing I remember seeing was the cross on a nearby church was bent in half, almost as if it was bowing in an act of redemption.
But I opened my eyes as an alarm went off. I was covered in sweat from head to toe, and tears welled up in my eyes. The whole ordeal never happened and was a reoccurring dream I'd been having for months. At this point I felt as if I was being enlightened about future events, which scared me more than anything. What could those events mean? Was I just going crazy?
"Mars!" My mother called for me to come downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!"
My name was a god that my ancestors worshiped. These people were great warriors of their time and believed these gods controlled all life. My parents must of not liked any names in the baby book. Surprisingly though, my family has been Christian for centuries, minus my sister who was caught in the teen drift.
I come downstairs to find a piece of buttered bread on the table.
"Really? Those 'strong kids' you talk about don't eat bread for breakfast" I complained. My mother gave me 'the look', and responded with her regular shenanigans of "You should appreciate what you have and not complain about it. Someone in Africa would die right now for that bread!"
I couldn't argue with her because she was completely and utterly right on every point. I ate the bread.
Afterwards, I got up to put on my suit and tie, because today was the day I graduate from high school. I had lived through four years of the pains and sufferings of 2,000 peoples' lives in this melting pot of emotions. I hopped into my mother's car which was lent to me for the day. My mind wandered; I thought about that dream. I suddenly heard repeated honking and came to only to find myself lost again...
Don't judge me fellas, I'm just trying to help the kid out with my writing. If you don't like it beg Taboo to do it instead.
