Hiding From the Dead

Chapter I

Hiding From the Dead: Chapter I

Before everything started, I used to party really hard every night. I would get drunk in bars and my friends would take me home every night because I couldn't even remember which one was my car. My parents? Well, my dad died in a car accident and my mom is another drunk ass.

If I could have chosen which one would die, I would have chosen my mom. I know she's the real reason I was who I was. What example does a 5-year-old little girl gets when she sees the one person that's supposed to be her role model drunk every day and every night? And when I say drunk, I mean sleeping-in-her-own-vomit drunk.

My dad left her when my little brother, Jayden, was born, 4 years before everything happened. He sent us money for 2 years before he died, but my mom would always take it to buy alcohol.

I bought my first fake ID at 16 years old, and at 17, I was already a drunk. Although, I hated the taste of alcohol and hangovers were the worst. But I think what I enjoyed was that I would forget about the hell that was my home.

Almost every girl that's out partying hard and getting drunk, has some secret suffering to hide.

My friends would tell me: "Jayden is suffering with a drunk mother, don't make it a drunk sister too." But me and my mother were not the same. I never, ever brought home a drink, and my brother never saw me drunk.

So, moving on, I may have loved to party every night when I was 17, but I was still a virgin, and the day everything happened, the hottest kid in school, Isaac, gave me a one-way ticket to losing my virginity. I couldn't say no.

He took me to a cheap motel in California on a Friday night, and there, we got down to business. I didn't like it one bit.

The night everything happened, Isaac and I were sleeping next to each other on the dirty motel bed, when our phones started going crazy. Both our phones started making a deafening sound, like some sort of alarm. Like the ones that say things like "This is an emergency, blah blah blah..." And it was not only ours, as we could hear it from other rooms too.

I stood up from the bed, still in my birthday suit and cursed out loud. I wanted to take my phone, throw it across the room and let it break into little tiny pieces.

I grabbed the phone from next to the tv, and as I was about to check what was wrong, I heard an explosion. I dropped my phone in fright and went to look for my clothe. It sounded far from where we were. As soon as I got dressed, I looked outside the window.

Everyone was screaming, cars were crashing with one another on the street. I didn't know what was going on. The alarm was still going on and I was dying of fear.

I ran to Isaac's side and started shaking him. He was sleeping like a rock.

"Jesus Christ, how can you not be up with all this noise?!" I started screaming. "Isaac!" He raised his head from the pillow and looked at me.

"What the hell is that noise?" He asked, referring to the alarm. I pulled him so he could get out of bed. We both walked to the window, not knowing who was more confused, me or him.

Then, BOOM! Another explosion not far from where we were and everything went dark. The lights went off, along with the alarms. I looked at Isaac.

"Isaac! What's going on?" Everyone outside was panicking and so were we. People were honking but the traffic still wouldn't move. Then something came to my mind and I panicked even more. "Isaac! I have to go get my little brother!" If something bad was happening, my mom wouldn't do shit to safe my brother. She would care to safe herself and her bottle of Johnnie Walker.