Sit.

            I sat. I sat in what used to be my room. I sat in what used to be my room, in what used to be my house. I sat in what used to be my house in what used to be my town. I sat.

        We never even knew they were coming. There was no warning. I was on my way home from school. It had been a good day. I’d gotten a date with Lana, the girl I had been crazy about for the past year. I’d gotten an A on the hardest Calculus test ever conceived. It had been a good day.

   At first, I could only feel that something was wrong. The ground started shaking, like an earthquake. But this was Tucson. We don’t have earthquakes. The people in the cars around me all looked confused. Some started to pull over, but I kept going. I was only five minutes from home, I could figure out what was happening there.

            I was at the last light before home when the possibility of an earthquake became nonexistent. The light had just turned green. I was second in line. The car in front leapt out into the intersection. It never made it through. Simultaneous with the car’s movement, a jet streaked by overhead. The car exploded. Wrenching the wheel to the left, I tried to get away, as fast as I could. To my horror, the explosions continued. I couldn’t see anything, including the pickup that I ran into.

            The impact was enormous. The pickup has tried to get away the same as I had. My seatbelt snapped, and my head smashed into the windshield. Disoriented, I was only vaguely aware of my arm being bent in a way that was definitely not normal. I got out, and I ran.

            I hid in the desert as the explosions kept going. They lasted forever. Buildings were in ruin everywhere. Strange soldiers soon followed the explosions, shooting anybody they could see; men, women, and children.  Everybody. I hid, inching my way through the dirt and cactus, ignoring m body screaming in pain. I had to get home.

            I was too late. My family…they were gone. They were gone. My house was standing, but barely. In shock, I went into my room, and I sat.

            I’m still sitting here. It’s been almost an hour. I can hear the gunshots and the soldiers moving up my street, looking for survivors in the wreckage. They’re getting closer.  Soon, they will find me. But I can’t move. I have nothing to move to anymore. In silence, I sit.