Aftermath

No matter where you are, there is always war.

They think I am one of them.

Human.

It pains me to even say the word.

I walk among them now, thinking to myself what Ronnie would say if he saw me. Dressed in the unusual attire. Speaking their odd language. My kind(the Amortean) and the human race share the same appearance, but that is where the similarities end. I fled to this planet called Earth not long ago. If I went by the humans way of time, it has been close to a month since I arrived. For me though, it has been almost a year. And it has been the saddest of my measly nineteen years. Being the sole survivor of the war that destroyed my home can really weigh on a girl.

It was devasting to watch the only world I have ever known burn to the ground. And my family- they are gone now. No matter how much I hope against hope, I know that they are dead. An even harder reality I have yet to accept. Mom, Dad, Ronnie. When the bombs started raining down, I didn’t even have time to say goodbye before they put me in an a secret escape pod, one I didn’t know we had. Ronnie, my older brother had forced a smile and squeezed my shoulder, telling me he would see me soon. Ronnie lied. Mom, my best friend, held me in her arms for as long as she could. She couldn’t stop crying. My father, my hero, told me that I would know what to do. Maybe not now, but someday I would.

I thought that they would get out too. But they didn’t. I was halfway out of our planets atmosphere when I saw the bomb strike my house. I sobbed and jammed buttons to make it go back down. Nothing worked; my dad programmed it already and the coordinates were locked. I was trapped and forced to watch everything I have ever known burn to ashes.

*This story I will continue over time. Recommend if you would like to read more. That way I know if I need to kick it into high gear to finish it.*