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Dark Disaster- Hannah
The suns setting so…. Late
You know, it's quite interesting to watch how quickly life, can make someone's day go from perfectly normal and relaxing, to heinously disastrous and annoying.
I find it has the same kind of morbid fascination that one finds when watching a train wreck or a car crash, or some other destructive tragic. The kind of allure that makes you3 freeze completely up, makes you unable to really do anything but watch in horror and awe.
You know deep down that you should be feeling bad for the person, that you should really call for help, or better yet attempt to help them yourself, and yet despite all that, you can't. You can't seem to do anything other than just stand there, and watch as the carnage unfolds.
That said, I can't say that these same feelings or actions carry over to when it's your own day that life decides to take a discourteous dump on. I can certainly say that I didn't just sit around on my pretty little but, and watched as my world, quite literally, came crashing down around me.
"Not that I had much of a choice in the matter" I muttered angrily to myself, as I pulled myself up from the debris littered floor. Sighing in contempt as my eyes roamed around the room, examining the disaster zone that now lay in front of me.
Literally all of ten seconds ago I was relaxed, I was calm, I was enjoying the last rays of warmth from the setting sun, with my personal little ball of fur and fun, Millie. Now though? Now I'm standing in the ruined remnants of my home, Now I have a giant person sized hole in my homes roof, now I have a complete and total stranger knocked out cold lying on the floor at my feet!
"Really?" I sighed; loudly muttering to myself as I glared up at the evening sky. "I spent a good amount of time cleaning this place up, and you just HAD to go a ruin it up didn't you?"
Ok, well ruined may have been a bit of hyperbole. The only real changes were the rather large hole in the roof, some chucks of lying around and a fresh layer of dust on everything in the room. Really it didn't look all too different from the state I left it in a couple of hours ago. Minus the whole... well... hole... thing.
Dam it though I had the right to be mad. I had spent hours, HOURS, cleaning and sweeping and dusting the small apartment, hoping to surprise Amber when she got back from her errands with the dirt and dust free home.
To be fair, she would defiantly still be surprised, just not in the way I had hoped or planned.
With a loud sigh, and a dirty look towards the cause of all this trouble, I resigned myself to at least starting to clean up the mess he had made.
"You owe me for this" I scolded, as I set to work on the larger chunks of debris.
Things moved along at a decent pace once I got past the initial barrage of garbage. The various chunks of wood were carefully stacked into one corner for later use, while the dust dirty, gravel, and god knows what else, all got swept into a single pile which was then unceremoniously shoveled out the window.
In fact the only area that didn't receive any of my attention was the spot on the floor currently being occupied by Mister dead meat, whom I annoyingly, had no idea what to do with.
He was probably too heavy for me to lift or move, plus he was most likely injured, and so moving him may end up hurting him more. Going through a roof would probably do some serious damage to a person after all.
Sighing heavily, I sat down beside him, leaning my back against the hard wood of amber and my crate-table-thing. "You're in BIIIIIG trouble when you wake up buster"; I told him, and poking him on the shoulder a couple times to emphasize my point. "I hope you realize that."
A reply of course never came, and the room quickly lapsed back into a slightly awkward silence, broken only by the steady rhythmic breathing of myself and mister stranger.
With a resounding sigh of annoyance, I resided myself to simply wait for Amber to get home. Reasoning that nothing more could be done until she returns, and decided what to do with both the hole, and the human.
The wait was thankfully short lived.
Not even five minutes later, the telltale sounds of keys jingling and locks turning spilled into the apartment, followed by none other than my beloved sister Amber. In all her tired eyed, sweaty, and worn out glory.
My eyes stayed glued to her as she made her way into the small apartment.
It was almost impressive how tired and zoned out she looked. Even more extraordinary though was how she didn't even notice anything wrong until she was a full three steps into he apartment.
I watched her with the same curiosity and fear, that one watches a wild animal. Unable to either to speak or move. More out of fear that if you do either, you will either scare it off or enrage it.
Her eyes rapidly blinking, as if to confirm that she wasn't hallucinating, taking in the scene in front of her. Taking in the boy unconscious boy, the dust that covered, well everything, the wood piled in the corner, me sitting on the ground next to this stranger.
Then her gaze turned upwards. The large hole seemed to be the breaking point for her, as her mouth literally dropped open at the sight of it, and her left eye started to twitch every few seconds.
Slowly her piercing gaze turned down from the hole and onto me. Hundreds of questions could be seen in them, along with a literal sea of different emotions. Confusion, concern, quilt, anger, disappointment. The list was endless.
I cleared my throat as best as possible, before taking a deep breath in preparation of my explanation of, "what in gods name happened."
"So", I began as casually as possible. "How was your day?"