As all my mornings have started the same as every week, this morning was different. It was quiet, a little too quiet… most weekends I would wake before or after my mom or brother. But this time it’s different, I can’t hear any sound that comes from any of the bedrooms that can mean there is still life in there. I wonder what’s happening that I don’t know of, a movement of house in a moment’s notice and they left me, maybe they were taken away and I won’t see them again.
I feel like these ideas are not likely to happen because I am still here at home alone and I would presume that they would have left something to tell me where they are. I had to check the whole house to see if they weren’t hiding or something like that just for a little scare. I checked and checked and I couldn’t find them anywhere, even outside. I felt like I was free from torture and desperate measures to survive the pain of living with nothing fun to do. Yet, I feel sad and scared to be alone; this is really scary.
I better do everything I can do before I really freak out and just lock myself in my room and do absolutely…nothing. I have to eat breakfast and that’s all I have to do for now; even though I better be thinking of my family and find out where they might have gone and just leave me. Maybe this is the end of me.
I have many things on my mind about what happened to my family; I don’t really care about where they except if they are captured, I just really hope that they get home quick so I can be relived.
I am in my room; it’s been about thirty minutes and I am so scared about this all.
I was way too scared that when I left my room to check out something I jumped higher than usual when the garage door opened to a car. That was a very scary moment and when they left without me somewhere. All I really care is that this never happens again or I will probably just lock myself away somewhere.
Part 1
When You Think It Ended!
by: Brian Medina