The Forbidden Children

Dylan

May 27th, 8008

The faint sound of my moms cries were drowned out by her fast heart beat against my ear. Her jacket was warm and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep. I couldn't see or breathe well with the engulfing fog and smoke around our heads.

"I'm so sorry baby." I heard my mother say over and over.

My head thumped against her chest as we ran from something that terrified her to the point where her blood ran cold.

Bang Bang

The same sound over and over that sadly couldn't be drowned out by my mom's screams or heart beat. It kept getting closer and closer. Other kids were falling, crying, and upsetting their parents by not getting up. The parents couldn't get up after that either. So much grief in one area of the woods. So much pain.

My young caramel eyes saw so much more than they would ever dream of. Oozing red blood was splattered on the trees and covered the beautiful shaded leaves creating an image where beautiful doesn't exist.

"I don't know what to do Dylan I don't know where to go." My mom was sobbing as she ducked behind a few trees.

I was in my dad's arms but he fell over just like the bodies on the trail that was supposed to be fun. We were just hiking right Mommy?

I could no longer hear my brothers screams as they tried to catch up, I could only hear my mom, her deep ragged breaths filling my ear drums, and her hot breath on my face.

My mom got up again and continued to run for the only reason left she had to live for.

"AUGHHHH!!!"

I'll never forget that high pitched scream that haunts my dreams to this day. My mom held me close as I felt her fall over and we started to roll down a big slope on the mountains of Colorado.

My cries failed to make a sound with so much chaos around us as we were just one of the many families rolling down a landslide.

My mom's grunts and moans every time we hit the solid ground full of sharp rocks and thorns echoed in my head repeatedly.

When we finally stopped moving, my mom never started moving again. The red oozing stuff was coming out of her stomach spreading over me. Her bloody unmoving body kept me hidden while the enemy searched the site for any more families that wanted to hike that day. No one knew I was under her. My screams were muffled. Her smell was unbearable as day turned into night and then day again. I was exhausted, my eyes were swollen from crying. Why wouldn't mommy get up? She's hurting me.

A few days passed, I couldn't say a word, my throat was parched and my stomach did all the talking for me. Crows started to surround mom and I. They would nip at her shoes and hair while all I could do was watch. At night I heard the roars of mountain lions and the hungry snarls. They'll be at mommy's body soon. I could barely breathe, my lungs and organs were getting compressed and she wouldn't wake up to help me.

"Mommy, I want daddy." I whispered repeatedly.

No one listened to my whispers. No one heard them.

It seemed like it was forever before I started to hear voices. All I wanted to do was sleep and they wouldn't shut up. Then my mom's body started moving. She rolled off of me to reveal two young guys.

"Wait he's alive..." One guy with a beard said.

"What a great honeymoon. Finding a dead mom on her kid." The other guy with glasses whispered.

"He looks to be about five..." Facial hair said while leaning down.

"Hey kid I'm Lucas. You are safe now okay." He continued while picking me up slowly.