We Were Forgotten {ON HOLD}

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~Craig~

Night was falling, and it was getting darker and darker inside of the warehouse. The lady suggested that we keep the lights off, so we wouldn’t attract attention to us and the warehouse. And I couldn’t argue, this lady saved my life.

I asked her what her name was a couple of times, she never said anything that answered my questions. All she ever said when I asked was, “What love? I didn’t quite hear you.” and if I repeated myself she’d say, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t hear you at all. Maybe you can ask me later then?”

I’d pretty much given up on that. She still rambled about her husband and how he was going to save us from this.

“Yeah,” She’d say out of nowhere. “He really is coming, and he’s gonna save us all. Just you wait, lad. We’ll all be safe.” Just on and on about how he was going to save us. It was crazy. Insane to think that anybody would be able to save us from this huge mess. Even if they could save us physically, they couldn’t save us mentally.

I was laying down on the cold concrete floor, looking up into the old florescent lights. They were blinding me, though I didn’t care too much. The lady was still searching for the light switch, so they didn’t go off just yet.

I heard a knocking at the large door. More like a desperate banging. “Hello? Hello is anyone in there? Please help us! We need a place to stay for the night.” It sounded like a girl. A teen girl. Even though the voice didn’t have the very, very slight Hispanic accent that Carmen’s  had, I was still hopeful.

I scrambled to my feet and ran to the door. “Yeah! Yeah someone’s in here! You can come in just hold on a second.”

I bent down to the lock and opened it. “Oh my gosh thank you!” I heard behind it. “You’re the first people to let us in. Thank you so much.”

I lifted the door slightly, and looked out through the bottom. I saw it was a girl, with long brown hair and a really, really big guy with black hair standing next to her. It wasn’t Carmen, but I really wasn’t expecting it to be. “No problem,” I said.

The girl led the way, and slid under the door, and the guy followed her.

I knew this guy. His name was Carter Michaels. Super jock star quarterback with the sexiest girlfriend in the school, and a shady past that made all the other girls drool over him and small guys like me seem worthless. Yep. He was the cliché conceited jock that every school had. He was an ass.

“Thanks kid,” he said, flashing a smile and patting my shoulder. Okay that hurt.

“You’re kinda strong,” I commented, rubbing my shoulder.

Now he’s gonna say “I don’t even work out.”, I thought. He smiled and shrugged. “I don’t even work out.” His eyes rolled over to the girl he was with, looking for any sign of admiration, or anything for that matter. She just scanned the warehouse and ignored his words, making him frown a little bit.

Then it hit me. He was the jock who was hopelessly in love with this girl, and this girl didn’t give him the time of day. This was gonna be fun.

“Okay,” said the girl. “We need to turn off these lights so more people don’t come. It’s already and enough that we saw you from two streets down. This place is screaming ‘People are here! Come here!’” She looked back at me, with more authority than I thought was humanly possible. “Turn off these lights now. It’s better for all of us. I’ll get a fire going so we’re still able to see and we can be warm tonight.”

“Hey lad!” the lady called. “I found the light switch!”

“Okay!” I called back. I turned back to the girl and sheepishly smiled. “We’re already on that part.”