- The End as we Know It -
- Chapter 3 - Chaos - Alex Galea -
I opened my eyes and sat up, I had no clue how my parents could sleep with all the noise. I whispered: "Chris", and went to tap my father on the shoulder, but than decided not to. I layed down again and looked straight up into the darkness. I began thinking about when my mother and I had been driving in the car. She has seemed so distressed when talking to my dady, I wondered how grandpa was doing. Than stopped when I realized the likely answer. I shut my eyes and tried to sleep.
After what seemed like an hour of my best attempts at rest I decided to find a good book to read, I had already finished "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe", a fairly satisfying novel. But this time I wanted something special. I picked myself up and rummaged through my bag until I found my game boy. It's back light would have to substitute for a flash light. I navigated through the masses of people, and finally reached my destination of the "teen interest" section. My parents had always said that I was an advanced reader and I thought there there would be no better time than now to try a new genre, even if it is a couple if years beyond my age level.
After scanning the shelf I found an interesting one and sat on the cold floor. As I read it the gun shots slowed down, and the moaning became louder, but I payed no attention ,...until it happened. A shout for help sounded outside followed by a sickening scream. Then a fury of shots rang out. I assumed that most people in the library were now awake and tried to make my way back to my mother. I did not know what was happening, but it could not be good. As I made my way to my mother another scream was thrown out. I became panicked and picked up my pace as a result. Than as the gunfire stopped entirly and moaning took over, a new sound became apparent, pounding. Nobody knew what was happening but everyone just stood still,...until the sound that we had all feared rang thought the library: the cracking of glass.
The moaning grew loud as they riped there way in, I now ran towards where my family should be, but tripped over someones makeshift bed. My game boy smashed into the tiles along with my head. I picked myself up wooziy and stumbled away from the screams. I touched my forehead and stared at the blood on my hand, trying my hardest not to slow down. I had little control over my body and had to try with all my might to keep moving away. I dropped to my knees and crawled toward the back, away from the horror behind me.
I could not believe this was it. I had only lived for seven years, but it seemed that was all I was entitled to. I thought of my friends from school, my cousins, my family, my pets. I could not help it, I cried. I cried because of all the stuff I would miss out on, and all the people I wanted to hug goodbye. I thought of my pets and remembered how I had never wanted Indy on my bed, why if I could only spend a second longer with him. And my kitten Mosses, oh what I would give to run my hand threw her beautiful silky fur. My world began to go black and I started to become light headed. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a dark figure standing over me with out stretched arms.