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Floating Candles.
Every morning feels the same. Beginning with confusion, and then dread as the memories wash over me. I can still feel the flashes of light, all the images that stream behind my eyelids, all of the terror. Yet these pictures are silent- the images were too much, too much to take in and hear what was going on at the same time.
Crashes. Fires. Running.
We ran. We ran, and we ran, and we kept running. I think we may have screamed, or maybe we simply panted or gasped. I don’t quite remember. I still can see it as if it was a movie with the sound torn away- because that’s how it looked. It felt unreal, but it was something I could feel coming, it felt like a wave of dread. I can compare it to watching a fire creep slowly towards your house, knowing what was about to happen- but no one else sees anything until it spreads to their own property. I wasn’t the only one who could feel it coming, I know there were others though there were very few. So many people were too optimistic about the future, they thought nothing could go wrong. That’s when the attacks began.
The attacks were brutal, but I can’t tell you where they came from. The first part of the attack were the satellites going out. Weird. That was the most common response, but I knew it was no accident. Do you see? It wasn’t one satellite, it was all of them. As much hatred as I have for the people who did this, they are clever. Think about it, the best way to cut off all of the people in a technology based country, the people can’t call friends or family, no social media (good riddance), and absolutely no television or news.
We were all sitting ducks, that is until the real attack came. I guess you could say we became sprinting ducks that day. Have you ever looked in a history book and seen those giant balloon crafts- the dirigible things? That was the first wave that came. There were hundreds of them and they dropped bombs, little ones- no nuclear war for giant balloons I suppose. I had seen this whole thing coming, so I convinced a couple friends to go on a camping trip with me. Perfect timing in my opinion- go out where there is no cell reception when there is no point in using a useless phone anyways.
I am only fifteen, but I was a foster kid, so running off was not unheard of for me, and a camping trip sounded fine to my “parents” and none of my friends would listen to my theories of war anyways. But I did still try to save them. Our second night at the campsite, we all sat down by the creek that was nearly ten feet across but it was more of a slow moving pool that sat about six feet deep in some places. There were nine of us there, and each of us lit a few floating candles until there were around sixty little candles floating around the pool, but the reflections of the flames made it look like more. It was beautiful- one of the last beautiful things I saw.
That’s when we saw it, intruding on our beautiful pool was the reflection of something much less friendly than our flames. Remember those giant balloons? Yeah, you guessed it, the dirigibles were flying directly overhead. One of us screamed, and someone shined a lantern up to the sky, I don’t recall who this was- but I wish they hadn’t done that. The airships were so far away, but I could still hear people yelling from above. They must have seen our location, and they were yelling at each other to do something, but what was- before I could finish my thought my instincts had kicked in and I jumped down into the pool feeling the effect underwater as someone else jumped after me.
The pool was cool, and so quiet for about half of a second, but only that long. The massive shock wave of an explosion hit the water and the sound came a little late, but arrived in it’s own time as a muffled roar. I felt other smaller things hit the water, but everything was becoming fuzzy, and dark, and tired. The last thing I remember was the feeling of being dragged onto solid land and the sharp needles of air in my lungs as well as one last sight. The sight of many of my friends laid out on the opposite bank and many overturned floating candles. Only two candles still sat on top of the water flickering side by side.
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The next morning I couldn’t figure out what was real, it was as if I was outside of my body. I was reliving what had happened the night before, different possibilities, ones were one of us called out and we all ran, stomping through the dust, and other ones were nothing happened at all as we all watched the airships fly by. Then there was one more. One were we all perished, I could see each of my friends enveloped by flames, or floating in the pool. This was the last scene I had to endure before I grabbed hold of reality.
I shot up to a sitting position on the ground, but I was not where I remember being. There was no creek, no fire, no little candles, and to my relief, no bodies. There was also no one else around me. I sat in a small clearing that had a young tree growing from it’s center, as I looked up through the branches of the small tree- all was silent. That is until I heard a rustle and the crack of a twig under foot- or paw- though I much prefer foot. I can’t express the relief I had when I saw one of my friends, he must have been the one who had jumped into the water after me. It was Bay- that is what I call him, his real name is Benny, but I like Bay more.
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We spent the next few days talking sparingly, and walking much. We were heading into the city- walking down the freeway- to see what had happened. We knew very well that destruction was what awaited us- but it doesn’t mean it held no shock. The city never felt so big, and I never felt so small. I have always felt strong but the sights we saw could bring anyone with the slightest bit of empathy to tears.
The great towers were crumpled, and bridges were burned- and this is what we saw from a distance. Smoke was rising and the closer we got, the more sure we became that there was nothing that our former home could provide for us other than despair, and so we turned back to the only slightly scorched forest we came from. We carefully decided our route to avoid our campsite, we knew that the forest was the safest place to hide- given the good chances whoever attacked would come back, and probably soon.
We sat on the edge of the road for what felt like forever until the both of us took that first step into the brush knowing that what was ahead of us was our fate.
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Soon we came upon little bits of burned wood, and it immediately sent flashes of the first night. The destruction got worse and worse as we began to catch sight of bits of fabric from a tent, and then we saw it. We stepped into the burnt clearing far too similar to the campsite we came from- three? four days ago? How many nights had gone by that we just walked through? I couldn’t remember but as I thought of it, I could feel the exhaustion set in. As I remembered what we were looking at I began to feel nauseous, grabbed Bay’s hand and lead him off to another less charred portion of the forest.
Neither of us knew how to make a fire of any kind, but the nights weren’t too cold this time of year. The stars shone through the leaves of the trees, shining on as they normally do, oblivious to the matters of life on earth being destroyed, the moon looked a little closer and peered down on our green planet doing her usual duties of pulling on far away tides. I realized how earth is such a huge community that’s completely quarantined from the rest of the universe, how the universe never revolves around people and the universe has better priorities than our little wargames.
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Dreams cursed me that night, full of flashes and visions of the terror in the cities, they kept replaying. I couldn’t help, I couldn’t wake up to relieve myself of the terror. I saw my friends sometimes, they were screaming but everything was quiet, I saw myself, I ran and I ran, I tried to run away. But I couldn’t get away from the tears as far as I ran.
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The morning light was gentle and calm. I could feel the slightest breeze brush my face, the grass clinging to my skin as if it was trying to make me part of the earth. I could hear the trees, they sang as the wind danced through their branches, and I could hear a rhythm, beating in my ear, soft but strong and warm. Taking everything in figured out that it was a heartbeat. I had fallen asleep curled up against Bay with my head on his chest. This realization came with a shock of embarrassment and I sat up slowly, hoping not to wake him so we can go on surviving without this piece of memory, but I would admit that I was reluctant to get up. It was calm and comfortable, and he was my best friend. I suppose my only friend at this point.
I looked back at where he lay, but his eyes were already open fixed on the clouds visible through the trees. I began to blush slightly and I dropped my head to allow my hair to fall over my face, as I did so he raised his head to look at me and he smiled. He didn’t make fun of me, he just smiled in such a calm peaceful way, so I smiled back and we shared a laugh. I couldn’t imagine that I was laughing because in my subconscious my dreams were slowly being processed from the night before, they felt more like memories than dreams, but I could stand to focus on the present and leave those thoughts for later. “Are you okay Faith?” I only replied with a slight chuckle, he has always called me Faith even though he knows it’s not my name, soon everyone else did the same. Bay and I had been close friends for years, and we had a trust that couldn’t be beat, maybe that’s why he jumped in the pool after me- he trusted my instincts.
We sat in our grassy patch for a while not knowing what to talk about. But really, what was there to talk about? School was probably just a pile of rubble, home was out of the question as was family, and the future. So we just looked on into each other’s eyes, I never noticed how deep Bay’s eyes were, they had layers upon layers of golds and ambers with just a whisper of green. All I could do was try to see what he was thinking. I’m sure he was doing the same.
Eventually we broke focus and I pulled my mousy brown hair back into a ponytail that I tied with the hair band that always remained on my wrist. As I pulled back that last piece of hair off of my freckled cheek, Bay asked the one dreaded question. “What do we do now?”
“We keep moving,” then I stood back up and offered my hand.
“But where are we supposed to go? I don’t know if we will survive in the forest,” he replied refusing my hand. We stood there in a state of tension as we took in the reality of our situation. He brought his eyes up and saw my hand still frozen in its offer, and with one swift move he looked back into my eyes with incredible intensity, he grasped my hand and quickly pulled down forcing me back onto my knees in front of him.
“Okay, you’re right, what do we do now?” I said after a long pause. He was right, we had no mission, and nowhere to go or live other than the forest. This was nothing like the movies, there was nothing left to do and searching for surviving communities was impractical where if there were any, they would be a lifetime away, or that’s what we thought at the time.
I dropped my gaze when he didn’t respond until I felt his large hand gently cup my cheek, “We keep living, and we don’t stop. We build camp, we scavenge for food, or,” with a laugh,” we can raid the gas stations. But whatever we do, we will survive.” I could help but smile, living with Bay in the forest, I admit it, I could enjoy it. I covered my face as I began to laugh to feel my cheeks were wet with tears, were they happy tears? Or were they tears of fear? I guess they were somewhere in between.
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Bay held up his end of the bargain and we headed back to the road in search of a gas station. We started to talk more than we were before- partially to distract us from the hunger that had become overbearing, and also because even though something terrible had happened, the two of us decided that we need to think about the present and let go of our feelings of dread. For this I felt that we were disgracing the memories of those who died as we were joking and smiling as we walked towards our destination, and I felt guilty for a minute. “They are all gone and would rather us try to be happy then spend all day in grief,” Bay reminded me as we push open the door into the deserted mini-mart. It was definitely deserted, and to both of our reliefs there were no bodies either.
Something was not quite right, food was scattered and picked over. This didn’t seem too odd other than we presumed that no one else survived. There would be no reason for the store to be in this condition unless someone- or several someones were in a hurry. Bay felt the same, but we continued inside with no hesitation because whoever was there were not there anymore. Quickly packing a few bags with food unlikely to spoil as well as a few things to eat as we go, Bay stopped short, put his bags down and darted into the back corner returning with a few beers. “Bay, hell no! You aren’t getting drunk on my watch,” I couldn’t help but laugh as I said it.
“What? I’ve always wanted to try one, what better time than now?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, but we were both laughing too much and I didn’t want to fight him on it, so we pack up our bags and headed back into the forest.
After our long trek back into the forest, the light was beginning to dim and we set up a temporary camp under a great old growth tree. Bay had the good sense to pick up a lighter and we built a small fire pit to provide us with some extra warmth and light. I immediately looked into our stash of food and turned back around in time to see my only friend open his beer. I have to say that the idea of him drinking made me very uncomfortable, but I was willing to go with it because there was no one around to judge. He offered me a taste which I accepted but immediately spit out. I swear, that was the most foul thing I had ever tasted, but he seemed to like it. I quickly made him promise that he would only drink one beer. Soon both of us were sitting by the fire, snacking on mini-mart food, making jokes and laughing. Bay, he was laughing just a little more that he normally would have, but he wasn’t quite drunk, he was still pretty lucid.
Knowing that now was the time to ask him questions he would probably not answer if he was not drinking, I had to ask, “Why have you always called me faith? You know it’s not my name.”
“I know it’s not your name,” he slowly replied suddenly more sober than before.
“Then why do you call me Faith?”
“I think it’s prettier than Ivy,” I refused to let this be the final answer, because I knew he was lying, “I have always called you faith because when I first met you, I had no hope in life. You gave me hope, and you became the one person I could always have faith in, you are my faith.”
It took me a long time to say anything back, but eventually I asked another question, “Bay, do you like me?”
“Of course I like you,” I looked back into his eyes and asked the question I could never take back.
“No.... do you love me?”