Disastrous

|| Chapter 1 ||

|| Chapter 1 ||

Everyone. And I mean everyone. Runs and screams in the most horrible way I could have ever imagined. The horror on each individual's face makes a tremendous impact on how I am feeling too. Disgusted. Scared. Any negative emotion is correct at right now and I hate it. Anyone would.

I find myself cramped between two huge dump bins in a small but dark ally way. The same ally way that separates a two story half bakery half house and Wilson Stay, an old five story building full of apartments. One of which is my small but humble home. I have no idea how I got here, maybe I was half asleep on my way?

My position hurts a little because of my non flexibility but pain is the least thing on my mind. I hug my legs and tilt my head back so I am using the wall for support. A gap between the bin to my left and the wall I am leaning on is visible, making it able for me to take small peeps in case someone finds my hiding place.

From what I have seen, there is some sort of war occurring. Why? I have no idea but I am determined to find out if I live long enough until the war is some-what over.

Why is this happening? Is the question that fills my mind every ten seconds but vanishes again within that time as I focus back on the event. It appears again, then leaves. And again, then leaves.

The wind is icy cold and the two bins beside me don't save me from the cool breeze. I want to scream for help but I am afraid that if someone were to find me, something terrible would happen to me. All I am wearing is a grey T-shirt and a pair of denim skinny jeans which isn't helping me from either of those situations.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I wonder, will this be the end? No, I tell myself, don't think that way Veronica, you are safe in this ally. No one will find you. My heart races like there's no tomorrow and my heart is probably right, there could be no tomorrow.

I peak through the gap between the bin and the wall. There are cars stopped in the middle of the road with many bodies lying around. Occasionally there is someone frantically running around. Some with eagerness and others in fear. A sudden feeling of safety relieves my mental break down as I compare my situation with the others in the open. But a voice inside tells me that I am anything but safe and it scares me even more. Hearing voices in my head? I am definitely going delusional, and at such a young age too. Sixteen and too delusional she can't think straight, was there some sought of disease I could be diagnosed with?

I shake the stupid thought out of my head, I have to focus back on reality and pay attention to things more important like the event that is occurring. By now I am breathing heavily, too hard I can't even breath properly.

All of a sudden, I hear footsteps racing in my direction and I shut my mouth as tight as possible, barely breathing through my nose. They are getting louder and louder by the second and freaking out is the only thing possible. A shadow appears on the wall across from me. Even though it is night and the ally is nearly pitch black, the lamp posts give a soft, eery glow to my surroundings.

A small, innocent looking boy comes into view. He has dusty blond hair and looks around the age of ten, eleven, twelve even but it's hard to tell with so little light. He looks around eagerly, maybe trying to find a place to hide from this mess. After a while the boy finally faces my direction but doesn't make eye contact. His pale skin shines, he looks sick. I hold that thought until my eyes travel up to his face and spot his eyes. Red. It's not Halloween, why would someone be wearing red eye contacts? Tonight was getting weirder by the minute. The boy walks away, back wear he entered into my view and I wait a few seconds before I start breathing normally again.

I don't think about the boy too much, he might already be dead as I think of him. I feel sorry for the child, it's not his fault he was caught up in the middle of this mess, but then again, it's not mine either so why worry about him?