A Journey for my DAD...

The Fall.

For the first time in my life did I feel like the world was really ending, like the oxygen was really gone from my lungs, like the hope was no longer in existance.

I don't think I remeber a time where I saw so much smoke in my life, or heard so many screams, or saw so many people dead. I mean for me I guess, my dad on the other hand, he'd fought in the wars, fought in afghanistan. He'd seen many people die in combat, some of them his friends, and he was even struck with the feeling that nothing would save anyone. Mom had seen people die before maybe not as many as dad has, but almost as much, and she was just the same as me and Dad, but more terrified, like mentally instead of physically.

With mom it made me want to cradle her in my arms, and let her cry for as long as she wanted, but we couldn't do that, not now, not after what happened, not after the fall.

My Little brother and my sister in Shay and Ian's arms, crying as we ran down allies, and streets filled with gunfire, and blood, and destroyed government. No rules seemed to be the new thing, I mean, I wasn't bad at the no rules thing, I didn't follow rules when we had them anyways. Dad always tells me I'm just like his teenage self and one day I'll learn, I mean, I agree I will learn one day, but why right now when breaking rules is fun even when there are none that your breaking since there are no rules. Unless running away from the enemy so you aren't killed is a rule, other than that I'm not breaking any at the moment.

Each slap of my shoe on the ground is another inch to death or freedom. I don't know which or where we are even going. I know one thing, were trying to find safety and in California, there's none of that, it's huge in Cali and we live in San Fransisco which is a huge place with metropolatine places and so many different religions and so many people. The people, the buildings, it's crazy were running because if it were me, I'd find a tornado shelter or something and stay down there till I don't hear any guns, smell blood, or hear any more screams.

I hate hearing the sound of women screaming, I don't know a man who does like it unless you count the leader who overthrowed the president and the government who is destroying the rebels as we run to some safe place we don't know.

I'm at the end of the pack, my dad and mom are already at the front of it, with my sister and brother. I know I'm behind and if I don't pick up the pace I might get shot. My legs are burning though, it feels like if I stop running I'll collapse and not be able to get back up, my legs are jello, bouncy jello and pain.

My vision is also bothering me, going blurry, spotty, and then black and then I can see for maybe two seconds and then it's a cycle again.

"James, James....Watch out, James!" Jock Yelled as he ran to grab his son before the bomb went off.

I swear I just heard my dad calling my name, or maybe not just him but everybody.

It was too late!

But the thing is, right when I do hear my name, it's in the middle of an explosion that lands between me at the back and Gage who is maybe twenty feet ahead of me. It takes me two seconds to realize that I'm on the ground and not only that, but that I flew a few yards away from where I was standing when the explosion landed.

I can't feel my hands, or my legs, and I hear because of the ringing in my ears, I can taste though, and all I taste is blood. I hope I didn't bite my tongue off, and I hope that I can run in two seconds or my dad's gonna have to carry me.

Then everything around me disapears and I'm falling, I'm falling and I don't know how to stop myself from falling. And in the darkness I hear the sound of my mother whispering into my ear the she loves me, and if I could cry in this darkness, or crawl into her arms and sob because I'm terrified I would, and I'd hold onto her like my life depended on it. I'd tell her I loved her too, I'd tell her...I'd tell her...