Too far gone

Too late...

-- Gregory's POV --

     "MAMA!! MOMMY!! WAKE UP, MOMMY!!" I was panicking, screaming at the top of my lungs, praying the neighbors would hear. Mama... she was in the kitchen, laying on the floor. I leaned her against the counter and shook her, pleading for her to wake up.

     Eventually, I gave up and curled up in her lap, hugging her and crying. Why isn't she waking up? I looked around, hoping Jimmy had come to see what the noise was. But he didn't. I didn't see him anywhere. What I did see, however, was alot of red stuff. All over the floor and on mama. I looked down at myself and noticed that the liquid was on me too. I cried even more and hugged my lifeless mother even tighter. Wishing that, by some miracle, she would hug me back. She would whisper into my ears "Don't worry, Gregory. It's fine, everything's okay." But she didn't. She never moved, she never blinked... she never breathed... she was...

     I stayed there, curled up on my mother's lap, until someone came and pryed me off of her. The neighbors had heard the commotion and decided to call the police. As soon as the police lady pulled my off my mother's lap, I clung to her, imagining that she was my mom. But she wasn't, I knew she wasn't. Still, I clung to her, crying on her shoulder until I fell asleep from exhaustion. I didn't see anything that happened, I wasn't paying attention. I was just glad I'd fallen asleep. It was an escape from the horror of reality...

-- Jimmy's POV --

     Running. Lots and lots of running. That's all I remember after leaving. Running, running, stopping for a breath, then running again. A pant, a crash, the screeching of tires on the road, the screams of many adults. After that, it all went black. What happened? I don't know... I wish I did...

-- Gregory's POV --

     I woke up in bed and sat up weakly. It wasn't dark in my room like usual. No, it was brighter than normal. I looked down at my covers and shivered, remembering the nightmare I had. I got out of my bed and walked to the door to go see mom, so she could tell me the dream wasn't real. It always makes me feel better when she says that.

     I opened the door, only to be shocked by what I saw. I looked back in my room then back out the door. What? I'm not... I'm not in my house..? This is my grandparent's house... Oh! That's right! I'm having a sleepover here! I smiled and walked to the kitchen. I snuck up behind my grandmother and then grabbed her from behind, causing her to yelp. "Who-!?" She looked behind her to see me smiling up mischievously at her. "Oh my... it's you, Gregory! You scared me!!" I laughed and asked her what she was doing, to which she replied "Making cookies." Yay! I love cookies!!

     After a while, I tugged at her skirt to get her attention, I don't talk to them as much as I do to my mom. "Yes, dear?" "Can I use the phone? I wanna call mama!! I-I had a scary dream a-and I want to tell her about it..." I looked down as I said the last part. I've learned that if you looked sad or cute, you can get almost anything you want. "Gregory, honey, you know you can't do that..." She looked like she was ready to cry. "Why not?? I always tell her about my bad dreams!" She sighed and sat at the table, patting her leg to tell me to sit. I hesitated but obeyed. I worried as I crawled into her lap, she only does this when something bad is about to happen. "Gregory... your mommy is... she's dead, honey.." I stared at her in disbelief, "D-Dead...?" I leaned away from her abit, "Yes, I'm sorry... she was killed this morning..." She was... killed? This morning? Does that mean that... that wasn't a dream?! That was real!? Mommy was really..!? All the memories rushed back to me, every detail, no matter how small, I remembered it all. I just stared at my grandmother, not knowing what to do. I wanted to cry, I wanted to hug her, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream... I wanted my mommy... I struggled to break free of my grandmother's grasp, she didn't fight back, she let me go. I ran into 'my room' and curled up in bed, pulling all the covers over me, hugging the one stuffed animal I'd packed. It was one that mommy gave to me on my birthday last year. It was a dino, a black, long necked dino. I hugged him as hard as I could, sobbing quietly, pretending that nothing existed. The world was lying, no one was telling the truth. Mommy was still alive, I bet she's right next to me right now, smiling, waiting for me to notice. I peeked out from under the covers to see if I was right. But I wasn't. No one was there. It was just me and my dino... we're all alone now...
But wait... where's Jimmy? He should be here! He's not dead too, is he!?

     I jump out of the bed, tripping over the covers and falling ontop of my dino. I hurt my arms but ignored the pain and ran back into the kitchen. No one was there so I ran to the living room, still crying and clutching my dino. Grandma and grandpa were there, sitting next to eachother on the couch. "Where's Jimmy!?" They both jumped when I asked, I guess they didn't know I was there. "W-Where's my brother!?" They looked at eachother and sighed. "No one knows, Greg..." my grandfather finally spoke up. How can no one know where he is? They always know where he is!! I turned and ran back to my room, hiding in the corner. Mama's dead... Jimmy's gone... and.. box friend.. I guess he's still at our house... my whole family is gone. I'm all alone...