Chaos Is Coming | ✔

CHAPTER 7

“ALEC!” Stiles and Parker shouted from the walkie talkie. “If you’re on the street, get off! This one is worse than before!”

I quickly took action and ran into the building my parents worked at. They worked for a paper company. And they made a decent amount of money off of it. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, the paper brand is DESTINY.

I could hear shouts and demands from my walkie talkie, apparently Parker and Stiles met up at a park after finding their parents and were now running through the streets, panicked.

People who were in the building were panicked as well. Especially seeing a 17 year old running in when they should be somewhere more safe than a tall building slowly falling down.

My heart fell into my chest when I saw my parents being checked out by people I didn't recognize. They were hurt.

My mom's brown hair was tangled into knots and strands stuck to her forehead because of sweat. And her right leg was dripping with blood, and her shoulder looked dislocated.

My father was a whole different story. He just looked dead. His skin was pale, and his brown eyes looked like they witnessed a murder.

Maybe he did.

He was holding his wrist, like if it were crushed. And every now and then he winced in pain. My mom was constantly wincing in pain.

But once their eyes landed on me, they nearly cried. I was already crying, I've never seen them like this before. And I never wished too. My heart was slowly shattering as they both tried to walk towards me but failed.

So I ran over to them and hugged them so gently, afraid I might hurt them.

"You'll be okay." I whispered as they hugged me back. But I wasn't really sure who I was talking to. My parents or myself.

Another one is coming, another earthquake is heading our way. It was on the news, but this one is 10 times worse than the others. My parents and I had to get home, now. It was better than being surrounded by tall buildings in downtown.

Right now I was telling my parents everything that happened. And Stiles and Parker were of course, fighting, and they didn't know the walkie talkie was on. This time, I have no idea why they're fighting. We were already halfway there when it happened.

The road split up, houses collapsed, people screamed, and I watched in horror. My parents clung to me and they too, watched. After a while of watching, something nearby fell right in front of us. A tree.

“ARROW DO YOU COPY?!” I hear Stiles scream from the walkie talkie. I hadn’t even realized he was talking to me.

“AL WHERE ARE YOU?!” Park screamed. I told them where I was as my father grabbed me and my mother's hand and made us run. We were running for what seemed like forever. Every time we took a step, one of the three of us stumbled to the ground, the ground dragging us down. The earth shook so much, we lost our balance. It was terrifying living through it.

Finally, we spotted a building to run into, but we had to cross a bridge to go over it. And so we took our chance, pushing through the tons of other people trying to cross the bridge.

We were just feet away from making it, we were almost there, and the bridge was readying to collapse.

But then, I turned around.

And I saw a little boy, the only one left on the bridge.

And he was screaming, what I assume was his parents name.

And I paused. My parents had already made it. One more step and I’d be off the shaking bridge. But the little boy--crying, screaming, looking lost, needed at least 24 more.

So I ran towards him. My parents screamed at me. Begging me to turn around. But I didn’t.

Some would say that was the worst mistake of my life. Others would call me a hero. Because I picked him up, his small figure hugging me back.

The bridge beneath my feet was already falling, so I threw him, my parents catching him.

The last words I heard them say was “ALEC!”

But I said nothing back. I just let myself fall. And fall. And fall. For what I assumed was automatic death. But instead I landed on concrete, and the collapsed bridge. The fall and impact itself should have killed me. It nearly did, but then something went right through my stomach. Another traffic light, blood oozing from my stomach.

I was dying, I already knew it. I screamed out in pain and the world stopped shaking. So I used the last of my strength to grab my walkie talkie and talk to the people that knew me best besides my parents, the people that have always stood by side, the people I knew I could count on for anything.

My best friends.

“H-Hey guys, I’ma bit s-stuck.” I groaned and winced.

“W-What do you mean, Al? Why do you sound like that?” Park asked, her voice cracking.

“W-Why do you sound l-like that? Alec? Arrow? Dude?!” Stiles whimpered, his voice too cracked as he stuttered more.

“I’m--I….dying. I got crushed underneath Wickery Bridge when it collapsed. And a traffic light is-” I broke, all my hope was now gone and so I sobbed. I was dying. No one could save me. I made a decision that was worth it, but now...I'm dying. I just wished I died quickly, peacefully, and without pain. But it was the opposite. My entire body ached and cried. Blood came sputtering out my mouth. “-is--went through my stomach.”

“Al! No!”

“N-No! This is some sick joke, you can’t be dying. You can’t!” Stiles cried in denial. “Please” he whimpered, “No.”

“I -” I was interrupted when I cried out in pain again. My sobs and their sobs filling in the silence. “I love you guys. Y-You have been there from the start. Like in the 3rd grade, when we first met, Stiles. We met at the park, in the sandbox. And Parker, we met in the 6th grade, when you transferred to my school. Ever s-since then, you guys have done nothing b-but be amazing f-friends. So t-thank you.”

“No, Alec, stay with us dude, we're on our way.”

“Stiles, we won’t make it.

There was a long moment of silence, and I felt myself fading. Then I heard a couple of sniffles.

“We love you too, you don’t deserve this. You’ve done nothing but--but be a great best friend, an intellect, a-and..my brother.”

“Thank you you for being my friend, Al, when no one else wouldn’t.” Park sobbed again.

“Just do me a favor and get along.” I replied. There was a light laugh from the both of them, but it quickly turned into another cry. “And tell my parents I love them.”

“Al-Alec, it’s, it’s Leslie.”

Those were the last words I heard, well that and my name being screamed. But look on the bright side! Stiles told me his real name.

So that’s my story. Yeah, it’s sad. It may have not been long, but it was long enough for me. And I loved it.