War

     It was late night and we were sitting in our high-rise apartment. My boyfriend was there and with our laughter, my father woke up and called out my name. I walked to his bedroom and closed the door. My mother was asleep and so we whispered. He wanted my boyfriend out and immediately. I sighed and glanced out the open window, which displayed the gorgeous night view of the city.

     "I said now!" my father told me in his half-sleep, angry voice. It was then that we heard something fiercely hit the window. I jumped back but ignored it after we didn't see any damage done with the window. I pleaded my case over and over with my father about why my boyfriend should stay a little longer when another thing attacked the window.

     "But dad!"

     It was then that the next item to hit the window broke through, blasted through the apartment and explode. My mom and dad jumped out of bed, put their robes on and ran out, followed by me, then my brother, who was sleeping in the other room. My boyfriend was suddenly gone. We grabbed the first things we could get our hands on. My brother grabbed a black backpack and I grabbed my laptop and bag. We all ran down the stairs and out into the streets, which were filled with screaming people and crumbled buildings.

     And fire. There was fire everywhere. I looked up at the sky and saw bright orange streams of fire as each missile flew overhead and down to the city. We were under attack.

     The safe spot was the airport and we were all sitting there, shocked that the city was being bombarded. In the calm of the storm, my brother and I went back to the remains of our apartment to pick up provisions and whatever we could take. My mother came along but she was badly injured. Apparently, she received a massive dose of radiation and her body was frying. My brother grabbed some jackets and I grabbed Scope, Listerine, Band-aids, gauze, toothpaste, and anything else I could remember from those shows I had seen about surviving disasters. My brother grabbed a few stuffed dragons of mine and the three of us went back to the airport. However, I was eager to jump into the looting situation going on around town, so I ran to the nearest Target.

    The world was upside down and we were at war.

   This is one of my many war dreams. I usually wake up whimpering, trying to scream, breathing hard. I wish I knew why I had these dreams. I am usually with my family and there are missiles falling into the city. Fire surrounds us and there's chaos. And the noise. I hear screaming and crying. I hear booms and crumblings. They completely terrify me.

     Today's picture was a quick one shot thing. I saw it and it reminded me of a city on fire.