Fear

1.

Luna

I SPEED WALK to my window anxiously. The sound of a monotone siren blaring throughout the town, almost as a cry for help, indicated what was going to happen. It's time. I quickly locked my window in anticipation, the sirens increasing my nervousness a mere thousand percent. My heart raced as I pulled my dark curtains closed, obscuring the view from anyone that may be outside already.

I lightly jogged to my room light, turning it off quickly, then making my way to my bed. I hadn't realized that I started shaking until I got under the covers in my bed. My breathing trembled nervously as I heard the last siren cry out. I licked my dry lips quickly, shutting my eyes tightly, forcing myself to go to sleep so I wouldn't hear the begs, pleads, and cries of the innocent. I felt that it was pointless at this point, but I said silent prayers before I drifted into darkness.

How I wished those prayers had worked.

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I woke to the sound of the same monotone siren blaring. I laid still in my bed until the fourth and final siren was heard. I took my phone from under my pillow and turned it on. I groaned when the displayed showed me it was 6am. I was about to go back to sleep, but I decided to head to work a bit early. I got up and made my bed, took a quick shower, then put on blue jeans and a black long sleeve shirt.

I tiredly looked at myself in the mirror in my bathroom, sighing before I put cold water on my face so I could feel more awake. Like every day, I never get a good rest. Knowing that people are out there, possibly dying- for no reason either- made it hard for me to sleep. I've taken many people into my home before so they wouldn't suffer the same fate as others, but one time, it was one of them. It pretended to be a scared civilian, then it attacked me in my sleep. I was forced to kill it and I've been extra scared of them ever since. As bad as I feel about it, I don't allow anymore people into my home.

I walked down the hall to my fathers room when I was finished in the washroom. His door was slightly open, so I pushed it open a bit more and peeked my head in. To my surprise, he was awake and sitting at his desk, his back to me. I knocked quietly, causing him to turn around quickly and look at me. He relaxed once he realized it was me and gave me a small smile.

"Come in, sweetheart," he spoke softly. I walked in and wasn't surprised to see him surrounded by millions of paper.

"Good morning," I said, barely audible once I stood beside him. It was not a good morning. Not at all.

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?"

"If you can even call it sleeping, it wasn't great. I don't sleep well these days," I told him truthfully. Recently my father hasn't been at home a lot, but he knows the drill and what happens when he's gone. It's basically the same thing everyday. My father is a boss at this very big company that no one knows the name of. It's secret. He won't even tell me what it is or what they do.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," he frowned as he gave me a small side hug. I returned it, then he went back to reading and sorting through his papers.

"Would it be okay if I took one of the cars for volunteering? I usually start a little later, but I want to go earlier today since I can't go back to sleep," I explained. My father turned to me, pushing his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose. He thought for a bit, then he nodded. I smiled and hugged him, saying thank you before exiting his room.