Storm

23 1 2
                                    

(MODERN DAY)

ALEXANDER'S POV:


I sat at my desk, writing an essay for my favorite class, English! I wished I could go see my friends and hang out, maybe have a beer, but I couldn't. I needed to finish this essay! BOOM. I gasped in horror, and fell from my chair. I looked up at the window, rain poured from the sky. My heart raced and was so loud it sounded like the thunder. BOOM. I cried, taking a pillow and curling up in the corner. I sobbed into the pillow. BOOM. CRASH. Lightening! Now we were really done for. The hurricane, it was here! Last time the storm came, I was lucky, and I was with my friends in the basement, where It couldn't get me. This time, I would die. I took out my phone and got onto the group chat. BOOM. I shivered.


Pegleg Peggy: This storm is SO loud.

Freckledude: Yep. :/

Writeliketomorrowwon'tarrive: HELP

Freckledude: ???

Writeliketomorrowwon'tarrive: IT'S COMING FOR ME


Freckledude: What?


Frenchman: ?


Freckledude: On my way.



Laurens POV:


I felt my hands shaking, Alex might be in trouble! I had always liked him, since he first moved into this campus. He was so smart and funny and brave, and he always knew what to say. Now, I might lose him. The thunder crashed as I grabbed my coat and raced outside. I ran down the steps to the ground below. I raced toward Alexander's dorm, panting. I opened his door, and raced inside. The rain poured outside and thunder crashed. A shriek of horror came from Alexander's room. I raced into his room, to find him sobbing in the corner. "Get out of there! You'll die!" Alex cried, tears streaming from his face. I felt my body shiver extremely, something was really wrong. "Alex, what's wrong?" I asked softly. As the thunder crashed, he gasped loudly and cried more. THE STORM! The storm was what was wrong. "The bodies...they're here." Alex murmured. I looked at him in concern and confusion. "What bodies? There are no bodies, you're okay!" I told him. He looked up at me with his deep, wise eyes, tears streaming down his mature face. I bent down slowly and kissed him. "It's okay." I spoke.


LAMS-Hamilton One ShotWhere stories live. Discover now