When Are We Waking Up?

Relief

Mia’s POV

The sound of gun fire shook us all; James was up there, what had happened? Is he all right? Mikey ran straight for me, all of us standing, facing the basement door. Mikey must have seen how scared I was, because he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. I wanted to cry, the tears stung the back of my eyes. I held them back, not wanting Mikey to think I’m weak.

Suddenly the door of the basement opened and James came in. Everyone ran towards him, happy that he’s safe. Mikey still holding onto me, released a ragged sigh of relief, he too sounded like he wanted to cry. Finally, Mikey let me go. We walked over to James; he was holding a bundle of blankets smeared with blood.

“It’s a baby...” James said sounding scared and upset. I walked through everyone to get to James, he looked me in the eyes, I saw something in his eyes, something like fear, sadness and a little of hatred too. I looked at the baby; it was maybe only a couple of days old, with perfect and smooth skin. The baby was sleeping. I looked back at James, and then took the baby off him. James collapsed onto a little box and broke down into tears.

I walked over to the other side of the room with the baby in my arms, sat down and removed the blood stained blankets. I took my sleeping bag and wrapped the baby in it, checking wither it was a boy or a girl, it’s a boy, wrapped him up tightly making sure the baby is warm.

Mikey came over and sat down beside me.

Mikey’s POV

 

Worry shook every bone in my body and relief swam through my brain. I sat down with Mia; she had laid the baby down in her sleeping bag. I looked at her, lots of emotions flowing through her eyes at the one time.

“Are you alright?” I asked concerned. The urge to kiss her full lips was too strong. Mia shook her head and burst into tears. I stood up and kneeled down in front of her. She slid off the box she was sitting on and kneeled down in front of me. I got closer to her and wiped the tears from her eyes. My hand on her cheek, her crying had stopped; we looked each other in the eyes, for a few minutes, but in what felt like years. I moved in, kissing her slowly on her lips and wrapped my arms around her. She drew away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, feeling like kissing her was a bad idea. She moved her head to the left and I saw that everyone was watching. Blushing, I got up and walked over to get the bucket of water that we use to clean clothes in, and started to clean the baby’s blankets.

James walked over to me and sat on the basement floor. Still blushing and with James staring at me, he had that same look he had when he came in with the baby.

“What’s wrong, man? You look like you just witnessed a cold murder.” James didn’t say anything; he looked like he wanted to punch me.

“Okay, fine,” He said, “you wanna know. First of all, yes, I did witness a murder. Second, it’s the baby. And third, you and Mia?”

 

“Wh... what!? A murder? What happened?”

 

James explain the aircraft, the pieces of paper that looked like snow, the men in the black gear, the cold murder, the little girl with the baby and the death of the girl.

“Did you get a piece of the paper?” I asked

“Yeah, I did.” He pulled out a blood splattered piece of paper, handed it to me and I read it.

I folded it up and put it in my pocket.

“Okay, we leave tomorrow morning.” I said.