Earth is Dying

Chapter 2

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Me and my mom ducked down behind the kitchen counter, and my dad stayed in the kitchen begging the armed intruders to leave. I think that was the time I felt closest to my mom, when she was looking me in the eyes, her arms wrapped completely around me, bracing herself for the possibility of death. For the first time ever, her green eyes didn't look cold anymore, they looked hopeful, and surprisingly, even in the most horrifying event anyone could ever experience, I felt comforted. 30 minutes had gone by, and my dad was still arguing with the men in the kitchen. I tried to get a look at them, and I carefully peaked my head around the counter. It was hard to look at them without giving myself away.

Geography was never my best subject, but they looked like they could be Russian. They both had dark brown hair, and dark, vicious eyes. They really fit the saying, "a face only a mother could love." They had burly bodies, and wore matching outfits, dressed from head to toe in black to hide their identity im assuming. They both had some sort of rifile in their hands, and they were swinging the guns around aimlessly as they talked to each other. Every time they talked, their accent was so thick it sounded like they were coughing up a spit ball.

"Please, I need more time," my dad pleaded, "I-I have a family," he said, as the man on the right laughed, and looked my dad square in the eyes. My dad looked surprised by the mans laugh, and he did something that was probably the worst mistake he had ever made in his life. He opened his mouth.

"What's so funny," he sputtered out, his whole body shaking with fear. "Its funny that you think I care," the man said, as he shot my dad right in the chest. I tried to scream, but my mom held her hand over my mouth. I watched my dad fall to the ground, and I didn't even get to run over and say goodbye. I noticed that there was a figure standing a few feet behind my dad's body. Miles. I guess the sound of the gunshots didn't let me hear the door, open and I saw him standing there, his mouth wide open, as he dropped his car keys onto the floor. I don't think he could see me hiding behind the counter, because I think he would've tried to get to me if he did. Instead, he ran outside, and the men in black searched around the house, calling for me and mom. "We know you're in here," one shouted, then he turned to look at his partner, who was now casually crunching on a bag of chips. I was surprised they didn't turn around when Miles dropped his car keys, but I guess he picked them up and ran to his car before they could notice. That was the athlete in him. Me and my mom huddled close together, as we could hear the footsteps start to get closer. I focused on trying not to hyperventilate as I thought about the fact that my father was now laying on the floor, a puddle of blood spilling out from his body. My dad was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. All of the memories we had together flashed into my mind instantaneously, and I saw him holding me when I was a little kid. I saw him laughing, and throwing me in the air when I was 2, something that I was terrified of, and I'd always scream until he let me down. I saw the moment when I first learned how to ride my classic pink, banwood bike. I felt so independent when I rode it for the first time. I remember how cold the air felt as I got my first taste of freedom, peddling as fast as I could, as far away from him as I could. Throughout my whole life, especially being a teenager I wanted to be independent, and feel like I didn't need him. Now that he was dead, he was all I wanted. I wanted to run to him, but I knew there wouldn't be any point to it. I wouldn't be running to my dad, but to a body he was no longer a part of anymore. Looking at my dad's lifeless body I could here a voice whisper to me. The voice felt like a cold wind, comforting, yet quiet and gentle. I imagined myself on a beach, with a purple sunset, my dad standing far away from me on the sand. I could tell the waves were crashing, but they made no noise, everything was silent. He had a blank expression on his face, but his arms were open wide, ready for me to run and embrace him. I ran as fast as I could, feeling the wind in my air and through my whole body. I tried with everything I had inside of me, but it felt like I wasn't getting any closer to him. The calmness in my vision got interrupted when I had the most impending feeling that overcame my whole body. My dad was still the same distance from me when I first started walking. He closed his arms, and walked away from me slowly, my whole vision disintegrating into a thousand pixels, bringing me back into the perilous reality I was faced with: my life without him.