Creative Writing: Samaya's Funeral

The world is on fire. I crouch in the small interior of a vessel. Watching in disbelief as everything burns. I shall tell you what I know of how this tragedy came to be.

We pulled up to an old house that looked abandoned. I saw the Chloe was trying her hardest to hide a nasty grin but, I ignored it because the house is what really grabbed my attention. Chloe turned off the car and opened the door. After that she signaled us to follow. Carly and Ellie glanced at each other and smirked at each other. We walked up to the doorway and opened the door. Somehow I got in front of them and walked in first. Right at that moment someone popped out and screamed. Then I found myself covered in spoiled milk. There was cameras flashing everywhere and all I could do was run and cry. I ran all of the way home, up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom to shower. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and how I didn't see what was coming the whole time. My mother knocked on the door. I stood there for a minute before I opened

I woke up at 7AM to continuous, banging on the front door. Next thing I know ten policemen have barged into my room. I’ve not been able to stop replaying the words that came out of my mom’s mouth. They were quivering but sharp, not like the normal sweet and soft sound of her voice in the morning.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

After a while, things started to die down and I began to feel better about myself. We all had false papers; my name was Georges Guerin, so we could still get food and I had a job. My mom’s fate is unknown, I just wish that my parents would be safe from harm. One day after I got back from my job, I was startled to discover that my sisters did not come home. They usually got home before me. It was only later that I got word that they too had been discovered and arrested. Now I wish for the fate of all of my family as I am the only one still

I haven’t been able to sleep for the past month. I hear my door creak and I look at the door. I see someone open the door very slowly before coming in. I look to see Maria tiptoeing into my room. “What are you doing?” I ask “You know your mom would kill me if she saw us.”

“Mags, come on, we got to get to the rally point, it’s just down the hall,” John said, leader of the 117th squadron. The mission was to get to the rally point in the middle of an invading alien species Mothership. The squadron was composed of 4 outstanding marines, the best of the best. They are part of the selected few, the Guardians.

My mother was out of town, so I knew it was not her. I grew afraid of the strange woman in my house, the maroon-colored walls in my bedroom was giving me an ominous feeling, making my room look stained with blood. I went quietly out of my door and down the hallway, knowing that they were arguing in the kitchen by the volume of their voices. I paused in the middle of the hall, unsure whether to continue or to go back to my bedroom. I only decided on the former after I heard a muffled shout and the woman’s voice laughing. This decision was the biggest mistake of my life.

I wake and see the sun creeping to me. The light blinds me as I wake, but I know I'm still here in the dark basement. One window, one light source, one life. I’ve only seen this room since the abduction and the fight. I miss the grass and the houses. That’s it my house I’m under a house but not mine my parents wouldn't do this would they? At least I get food but only bread, yogurt and water. I can imagine the paper’s saying “Lily Fly Age:7 Female Missing last seen playing on a swing no leads and no witnesses”.

“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.

It all started when I was a little girl, my mom had taught me how to cook and I was making buffalo soup, it smelled like heaven. Right as I was going to be done making the dish I heard my mom yell my name in fear, I went outside only to see a group of people from another tribe running toward the house I was confused, all of the sudden I felt someone grip my sides as it happened I looked at my mom I saw tears forming at her eyes, I finally realized she was yelling for me to hide when I heard her yell my name, I passed out.

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

Megan looked at me, we had both finished our food. “Let’s go home.” I say, and she nods. We walk out to her car, and drive back to Ruddy Duck Farm. We walk up to the house, and we see my parents, and Megan’s standing inside with a variety of expressions stuck on their face. Shocked. Sad. Some are crying. “Mom? Dad?” I say, confused. “What’s going on?” My mom is too hysterical to answer. My dad silently hands me a letter, and as soon as i read it my heart and everything else sinks. Eric had been murdered. Not just by anyone, but by Mr Fraser. No wonder I had such a bad feeling today. Mr Fraser had escaped, and since he couldn't come back here to get revenge, he went to Toronto to find Eric. He had murdered him. I couldn't find the words, or the actions. My brother and best friend. Someone I had known for so long gone forever. Half of me didn't believe it, half of me would do anything for one second of time with him.

The morning wind is as cold as ice, slicing passed my skin while I’m standing against it. It always like today of every year: cloudy, cold and sad. Like the sky is crying with me. I blend down to a tall, sleek, marble stone with the name “Amelia Bennett” written on it. That’s my mother’s name. She died when I was 7 year-old, it’s odd that I have the memories of her very clearly in my brain. Most children probably won’t. But I do, and I when I do, I missed her. I don’t even know what happened on that tragic day. I was blacked out and the next thing I remember is that she’s now laying deep underneath my feet. No one knows what happen, or no one wants to talk about it, not even my aunt. She’s the one that take me in after the accident. Why? Because

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.