Penny For Your Thoughts?

10.02.19/// The end

Wake up, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, put my shoes on, grab my backpack and leave. That's my usual morning routine before I head out to go to school. I waited a little less than five minutes for my bus and got on with hopes that there will be a free space for me to sit at. I thankfully found one next to a window. I sat down and put on my earphones. I couldn't survive my 40 minute bus ride without them. Music always helps me stay calm and awake early in the morning. Plus it's a good way for the ride to pass quicker.

I was halfway to school when suddenly the lights in the bus flickered. I pulled one earphone out to hear what the other people were saying about it and I noticed they were slightly in panic, others were completely scared. The lights kept turning off and on...off and on...

"Everyone keep calm. It's just a minor problem. It'll fix itself." The bus driver's voice was heard but it didn't help because some of the older ladies in the bus kept chattering.

I tried to stay calm but I couldn't help but think something was wrong with the bus. I texted my friend to tell the teacher I'd be late because surely the bus was going to break down. She replied right away saying 'don't worry, just get here safely😘'. I smiled at it but the next second the whole bus shook and I looked around in panic. Screams and cries were heard. Everyone thought they'd die there and then, including me. I didn't even say bye to my mom, dad, sister, my friends at school... I sobbed and prayed that everything will be okay. I already forgot about my earphones and dropped them. I looked to the girl next to me, I didn't know her but at that moment I saw the tears on her face and I held her hand. She turned to me with stained cheeks and smiled, squeezing my hand.

A bright and blinding light was all I saw before something crashed in front of the bus and I saw black.

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Pain.

Pain is all I felt when I slowly opened my eyes. I don't know how long I had been asleep or was I in a coma? All I knew was that the bus was turned on the side, I was in an uncomfortable position and I couldn't see anything due to the ground on my side and broken seat in front of me. My legs hurt like hell because they're stuck under the seat. I didn't see the girl next to me so that gives me a little more room to move. I pushed myself up while in the process I cut my hand on broken glass, but I was in too much pain to let that scratch phase me so I continued struggling to get out. With one last push I got up and with a little climbing I got out through a broken window. All the while I got out I ignored the dead bodies around me, the blood splattered everywhere, the groans coming from the far back from what I presume was a person in a situation like mine. I wanted to help but I chose not to go, I got out and I'd rather look out for myself now. I was scared to turn and look at the rest of the world around me, my body shook from exhaustion, from throbbing pain all throughout my legs and back and from my thumping heart that I was still surprised was beating. I didn't know how I managed to survive. I didn't know if I was happy either because I had bo clue if all my family and friends were alive and breathing. I would only hope they were all well otherwise I don't know what I'd do. How will I live if they don't?

I turned around only to see the most horrifying scene before me. Death. Destruction. Pain. Red...so much red blood. And not a person standing. No one except me. As far as my eyes could see I couldn't spot a living human. That made my heart ache. My head ache. I choked as I tried to swallow, the lump in my throat didn't let me. It hurt...so much, to know that for an unknown amount of time ago everything was okay. It was a normal day. And now... Now...

I looked down at my feet, the ripped jeans and shoes showing just the little amount of damage caused. It meant so little that they were ripped. While on a normal day I'd cry because my favourite jeans were no longer usable. Now I was thankful I had them because they kept me clothed.

I was thirsty. Hungry. I was helpless. Everything was in ruins. I need to get to my family. My friends. Family first.

It'd be approximately an hour to walk back home. So my feet moved. I didn't look around while I walked, too much horror and I'd have fallen right then and there. Would it be better if I did?

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Just as I entered the most familiar alley I stopped. I had only a few more steps before I knew if they were alive or not. From what I saw around me, the shattered houses, the cracked streets, more blood, gore, awful...so awful...too much. My heart hurt seeing it. If I had one by now.

My house was just like the others. Broken in pieces, scraps of material and brick left behind. That made me scared. If my family hadn't gotten out before, then now... My breathing became ragged, my chest hurt, my head was spinning and I couldn't see anything due to the tears flowing down. I didn't let out a sound though. I was too afraid that if I did someone would hear, maybe someone I wouldn't want to hear. So I hid my sobs behind my dirty and bloody hand. My feet moved. They moved until I was right in front of where the garden was before. And right before me lay a dead body. Two dead bodies. Three. I fell to my knees. I couldn't hold in my voice anymore. I cried out. I yelled, I screamed, I howled. I didn't care if anyone would hear anymore, it wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it. My life wasn't worth it anymore.

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I buried them. Even though my whole being hurt I did it. I gathered the last bit of strength I had in me and dug out four holes. I dropped my father's body first, then my mother's and sister's. I stood with the piece of glass in my hand just looking at it. That was the thing to bring me peace. Quiet. I'd be happy again. I could live again. With my family. Hopefully my friends too. In this world now it'd be better if they're dead too. That's why I couldn't bother to look for them. I want us all to be together. In a better world. A peaceful one. A beautiful one. Where the sun would shine bright and the skies were the same blue that I loved to see.

Oh how it will be better then.

I stepped inside the fourth hole. I sat down and took one last look around me. Nothing is good. I raised the glass to my throat and slashed. It was painful, but not as much as seeing my dead family. Nothing hurt more than that. So I smiled. I smiled because I'd see them again. We'd be a family again. The last thing I pictured before the brightest, most beautiful white light shined before my eyes was how happy we looked on our last day alive.

Then I entered heaven.

And I saw them.

Waiting for me with open arms.

Smiling.
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This was a short story idea I had while I was on the bus one morning. Funny how story inspiration comes at all times.
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