A New Dawn

Anna

        I was happy, traveling with my dad. We have this thing on our little travels that we always try to look for anyone out there. It’s been quite some time now since we saw humans and it was a grim memory. Chaos broke all throughout the city as my father tries to save as much food as we can in our little grocery store. I don’t know what was happening but there were lots of screaming people outside our store. My dad ordered me to go as far away from the viewing glass as I can because something bad might happen. Scared shitless, I followed my dad’s order.  Do this, go there, quicken your phase, don’t eat that, and don’t make any noise. For years I’ve been asking my father what happened that day. He only answers me with his shocked face, shaking hands, and trembling legs. I learned not to ask any more questions about what happened that day. The day where everyone was panicking and I didn’t know a single thing.

        Our travels led us to different places. There was this one place where the houses were made of metals and stands tall to the sky. My father said those were “buildings” and that they were places that people who have work go to. I marveled into the scenery, wide eyed, these tall things were once full of people. Now only remnants of what was supposed to be a place for people are now falling apart. A hole here and there, nature taking over what was once hers and wraps herself on some of the structures. I love buildings. I always tell my dad that we should rest in one of them but he said that they are really dangerous and might collapse on us if we’re not careful. He’s been protecting me ever since that day, from what? I don’t know.

 

        I don’t know what happened. I remembered asking my dad where we are heading with the piece of shiny object that he found. It flies, like a bee, but it doesn’t look much like a bee. He said we can use it for our travels and it makes it much faster. I don’t know how it happened. We we’re flying. Me and my dad. We’re riding on a shiny object and then it happened. A flash of light came out of nowhere and struck the side of our bee. It wobbled and then plummeted to the ground, bursting into flames and made such a loud explosion. I don’t know how I’m alive. I woke up, on the ground next to our bee. My dad is still inside our bee, unconscious. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do. Someone, please, help. I banged on the glass of the bee, trying really hard to break it. He’s still in there and the whole area is engulfed in flames.

        “HELP!!” someone please, hear me out.

        “Somebody! Please! Help us!”

        I guess I was just screaming and waiting for a miracle. No one is coming to save us. I’m all alone and my dad is in grave danger inside a stupid bee. He shouldn’t have brought this thing with us. We could’ve walked instead, run, crawled, tip toed. We survived long enough doing this same routine for a long time. Suddenly this big piece of metal just brings us down in one fell swoop. I don’t know. I think I might be dreaming but suddenly the glass crashed and broke. I can finally free my dad. A boy. What is he doing here? Who is he? Why did he save us? I better save my dad. I reached in and pulled him out. He grunted. Good! He’s still alive. The boy reached for my dad’s shoulder and carried him away. I’m so thankful to this boy, whoever he might be. I am forever in his debt. The air grew clearer, and the smoke was far away from where we are now. He seems really curious as to who we are, always staring at where I’m sitting cradling my father’s head.

        “Thank you”

        I managed to get out that much, great Anna, what a conversation starter, you’re so going to get his attention with that. He smiled, he just smiled at me. Well, this is kind of unnerving.

        “What’s your name?” he pointed to himself and didn’t say anything at all, he looked weirded out by my question. Did I say something wrong? Did I just offend him by asking him what his name was? Why did I just offend him? I should really just stop talking to him maybe that would help. I focused my attention to my dad, just a slight burn on his side. Nothing a little fresh water couldn’t heal. He’s still unconscious; I lay down my dad’s head on my satchel so he can rest easily while I fetch water. “Can I ask where I can find water for my father? He’s injured and I need to treat him as soon as possible or the wound would fester and get infected” the boy stared and pointed towards a barn. He lives in a barn! There would be other people here too!

        “Thank you, again. My name is Anna, Anna Edmund” come on boy, tell me your name! I need to know your name! He didn’t say anything at all and just walked towards the barn. Is he deaf?

        “Hey! I’m talking to you!” he turns and made a face again. A confused face. That’s when I realized something; he hasn’t spoken since he found us. By any chance, if I’m correct.

        “Can’t you talk?” I blurted out what I was thinking instead of just asking myself. He nods in agreement and walks towards the barn again. So he’s mute, not deaf. I quicken my phase, following him around the barn. He points out towards a well; behind it is a herd of cows. Holy smokes! This kid must be prepared when IT happened. He gestured me towards the well and I nod in agreement. He seems nicer than I thought. I just can’t have a casual conversation with him, is all. I grabbed the pail tied to the well and dropped it, I heard the water splashing so it’s time to pull up. No worms, it’s clean. We can even drink this water. What’s in this place that makes it so special? I grabbed the bucket and went back to my dad. Still sleeping, the wound swelled up now and is really in need of medication. The boy went into his barn and I heard rummaging inside. Must be excited too, seeing people again for the first time. He came out grinning with something in his hand. A ball? What does this kid want? Play catch or something? He presses something on the ball and points it on my dad. Before I can even react some light struck my dad and he screamed. He screamed like he was in a lot of pain.

        “Stop it! What are you doing?! You’re hurting him! Please! Stop!” he was still grinning. This kid must be insane or something! I was going to grab my knife in my satchel when my dad stopped screaming and went back to snoring. How in the world is my dad snoring again after all that screaming, he’s still even sleeping. I shot a look at the boy and he’s still smiling.

        “What did you do?! What was that light?!” why do I even bother he’s not even going to reply to what I said. He’s mute. My dad shifted and his snoring stopped. He’s awake. That’s my signal when he’s going to wake up. A small shift from his natural sleeping position and then he stops snoring. He sits up and stretches. The burn wound. It’s gone. But how? He was whining in pain a while ago. Where did it go? So many questions running through my mind right now and it’s all pointed to one boy. A boy and a little ball that shoots beams of light. This boy must have a secret, and I’m going to find out what it is.

 

AU: i had to think of something out of the ordinary. so here it is. the girl and what she thinks. any thoughts? good? or bad?