The Survival

Where it all started...

Rose's POV-

I don't remember it all very clearly, but, it all went really fast. One second I was eating dinner with my family and the other I was lying on the ground while everything blew up.

I couldn't hear anything except a very high pitch ringing sound in my ear. I managed to get myself up, but still pretty dizzy. My house collapsed and I found myself next to the back door of my house. I realized I couldn't see my family. I was panicking and start searching around the house. Then I saw them, lying on the ground lifeless. From the moment I saw them I knew they were gone. You never knew what could happen in a second. I couldn't face it, I still don't believe they're gone. But they are and I don't have anyone to hug me and make me feel save anymore, no one to cheer me up when I'm sad, no one to make those dumb joke anymore.

I cried and cried, couldn't held it in, then I screamed, while holding my mom's hand. Why, why them? Why can't I die instead? I stayed there with silence for a while. Then I carried myself up and look around. It was hard to look but from my view most of the neighborhood was destroyed. I walk on the street trying to find someone alive. Maybe there's still something I could do, save someone, I thought.

Then I saw a figure, it looked confused, lost.

It looked familiar, I decided to run toward it. My feeling was right, the figure was familiar. It's Dorian. My enemy from school. You couldn't imagine how I feel when I saw him. I wanted to go the other direction and try to act like he's not there. But he is and in my knowledge, he might be the only living thing that can save us. I almost gag on the thought of Dorian being the only living thing that could save both of us from this disaster.

So I decided to approach him. He notice me and gave me a disgusted look. I know he hates me as much as I hate him. It all started in elementary school. We used to be best friends but then something happened. Something that made us hate each other. But I really think it's his fault because he killed my hamster and he claimed that I killed his parrot of poisoning. He didn't confess to it, he said he didn't do it. But my friend Elizabeth saw him choking my hamster. And he claimed that his friend John saw me putting something in his parrot's cage. I seriously do not know why he would believe that a 9 year old me would poison a parrot. How would a kid poison a parrot. But well, we haven't talked since then.

He stood still. I thought he would have at least try to avoid me and find somewhere save to go to, but he didn't, he just stood there. "Are you okay?" I asked. He looked surprised, but I wouldn't blame him for it. We haven't talk for about 6 years now.

I wonder if we could be friends again...