Young and Loaded
The Aftermath is Secondary
The desert air was dry, and the sun glared down over the land. The temperatures skyrocketed, and I thought that this is what hell would feel like. But that was just it- this was a living hell. And I just happened to be apart of it.
Despite the scorching heat, I took every little thing in. The dust that had settled on my boots. The clear blue sky that met the mountains in the distance. The tumbleweeds sitting on the side of the highway- only to be blown away to wherever the wind took them.
Sitting on the warm earth of the desert, I could feel a slight smile creep onto my face. I laughed. This is what freedom felt like. This was the part of life that I had come to know and love. The life of a Killjoy. This was the life I was destined to live, but it wasn't the life BL/I had in mind when they "took me in" four years ago.
The embers fell from the sky, like little glowing snowflakes of tragedy. Everyone was dead. My brother. My mother. My father. My friends. Their ashes were mixed into the wind, and I was breathing it all in. I could taste the smoke in my mouth.
Doomsday was over, but this, this was the aftermath. You would think that I was lucky to be alive... but I was already dying. And I was ready to die.
I lost my footing, and fell to the ground, into one of the many piles of ash. Hopeless, I just laid there, waiting for my life to end.
"Oh, what a poor little thing." A female voice said. A stranger's voice. "All lost and alone in this chaos."
I hugged my knees to my chest, not wanting to be seen by the stranger.
The stranger continued after I didn't answer. "We can make this all go away. We can take it from here. You are safe now."
I didn't say a word. My father told me not to trust anyone- especially during these times.
"Would you like to join us? We can fix you, and make you better."
I was told not to trust anyone... but were the stranger's true? Could they make all of this go away? Would I be able to keep on living?
Blinking the tears and ashes out of my eyes, I looked up at the stranger. She stared into my eyes. The eyes of a child who wouldn't know any better.
Slowly, I nodded. The woman smiled... and then everything went black.
I could feel the heat on my skin, and my head started to pound. When I opened my eyes, I expected to see the flames. I expected to see the bodies of innocent people burning. I expected to see the end of the world. Again.
I blinked. Once. Twice. The sky was as clear as it was before, and the sun scorched my skin. The wind picked up, and the tumbleweeds were whisked away. Looking down at my boots, I saw that the dust still lingered there.
I brushed the dirt off my pants, and walked slowly back to my bike. Kicking it to life, the radio blasted with the promise of good music. I put my sunglasses on. Secured my bandana to cover my face. I sped off towards Zone Four. It was time to continue living this life.
Despite the scorching heat, I took every little thing in. The dust that had settled on my boots. The clear blue sky that met the mountains in the distance. The tumbleweeds sitting on the side of the highway- only to be blown away to wherever the wind took them.
Sitting on the warm earth of the desert, I could feel a slight smile creep onto my face. I laughed. This is what freedom felt like. This was the part of life that I had come to know and love. The life of a Killjoy. This was the life I was destined to live, but it wasn't the life BL/I had in mind when they "took me in" four years ago.
The embers fell from the sky, like little glowing snowflakes of tragedy. Everyone was dead. My brother. My mother. My father. My friends. Their ashes were mixed into the wind, and I was breathing it all in. I could taste the smoke in my mouth.
Doomsday was over, but this, this was the aftermath. You would think that I was lucky to be alive... but I was already dying. And I was ready to die.
I lost my footing, and fell to the ground, into one of the many piles of ash. Hopeless, I just laid there, waiting for my life to end.
"Oh, what a poor little thing." A female voice said. A stranger's voice. "All lost and alone in this chaos."
I hugged my knees to my chest, not wanting to be seen by the stranger.
The stranger continued after I didn't answer. "We can make this all go away. We can take it from here. You are safe now."
I didn't say a word. My father told me not to trust anyone- especially during these times.
"Would you like to join us? We can fix you, and make you better."
I was told not to trust anyone... but were the stranger's true? Could they make all of this go away? Would I be able to keep on living?
Blinking the tears and ashes out of my eyes, I looked up at the stranger. She stared into my eyes. The eyes of a child who wouldn't know any better.
Slowly, I nodded. The woman smiled... and then everything went black.
I could feel the heat on my skin, and my head started to pound. When I opened my eyes, I expected to see the flames. I expected to see the bodies of innocent people burning. I expected to see the end of the world. Again.
I blinked. Once. Twice. The sky was as clear as it was before, and the sun scorched my skin. The wind picked up, and the tumbleweeds were whisked away. Looking down at my boots, I saw that the dust still lingered there.
I brushed the dirt off my pants, and walked slowly back to my bike. Kicking it to life, the radio blasted with the promise of good music. I put my sunglasses on. Secured my bandana to cover my face. I sped off towards Zone Four. It was time to continue living this life.
Shh. Just let it happen. Part 2 will be up really soon, along with a part 3(which is more than likely to happen) to follow.
10/5/13