34th Piece

This is the second post to the first NEW IDEA.

My family and I were on our way to a cave with a bunch of other families. The television had told us that meteorites were heading towards Earth. One of them was about the size of Texas. My mother had been brushing my hair for a party that was happening later in the afternoon, when it said that we should go to the caves that had been built for a situation like this. They said something about the sixth mass extinction. It was supposed to be humans as a whole and global warming that killed us slowly not a meteorite like the dinosaurs. My mom’s hand stopped mid stroke and I heard her gasp softly. She told me to pack a backpack with food and that she was going to talk to Dad.  I just shrugged and went to the kitchen. I didn't realize what a big deal it was at the time. Call me stupid but I trusted my mom and dad to take care of me. After I was finished I walked out and saw my family with backpacks like mine.  I was about to ask if we were going to the party early until I saw my mom’s face. The fear in her usually calm eyes made me nervous. My dad put his hand around my arm and said that it was time to go. I didn't find out where I was going until the cave came into view. When we got in I found out that it was big enough to fit a few trucks! Almost everyone in my neighborhood was there. We just sat there waiting for the Hit.  My mom and dad had their arms around me and each other. After about two hours we heard a boom which was followed closely by a whizzing sound, the first of many. That’s when the memory stops. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. Everyone was gone. I let out a shorter breath. I’m all alone. I start to hyperventilate but the thoughts keep coming. I don’t have a family. No mom or dad. Black spots start to cloud my vision. No best friend or any friends at all. I stumble past the bodies that I now recognize as my neighbors, friends, and stop beside my mom and dad. I drop to the ground scraping my hands and knees and reopening cuts I didn't know I had. My dad’s body was flung across my mom’s and there was an open space that must have been where I was passed out. His usual dark brown hair had a layer of dirt on it turning it a lighter shade. His green shirt was covered in dirt and blood that was probably his, but might be my mom’s, or even mine. I reached out to touch the soft fabric. It reminded me of when I was about to go to bed and he would hug me good night. I look at my parents together and whisper “I love you guys.”