The Hit

My father loves thrift stores, because he always finds the cheapest most unnecessary treasures.
On a Saturday morning my father got ready to go treasure hunting.
My brother and I decided to go with my father this time. We hit the first store and boom just like that
we had less money and new used stuff.
With it going so well my father decided to keep the luck going and go to the next thrift store.
This store was perfect I had found the most beautiful jewelry box, it was a chestnut brown and had
many little drawers. Now all I had to buy was a bunch of jewelry to go with it.
Just like routine we got out, browsed and on to the next store.

It really was a great day the sky was a beautiful shade of baby blue. I stretched my arm out the car
window and created waves that flowed with the wind. The wind pushed back as my hand kept its
rhythm, almost as if it was playing along. I looked up to see a million baby clouds floating above me. I
felt genuinely happy, I looked over at my father and smiled. Realizing I was being super cheesy I decided
to turn the music on.

ugh this song again.

They had been playing “I just met you”, by Carly Rae Jepson all week, you would think the radio had
more than one song on its playlist. I rolled my eyes, but I sang along, the strange thing about the songs
you hate, they have a way of sticking in your head.

My father picked up a call from my mother, we excitedly talked over each other telling her about the
many things we had found. My mother not being very happy with all the junk she would be left to clean,
managed to let out a chuckle. I directed my focus as a burst of wind had pushed long staticky hair into
my face, rolling up the window I wondered how much longer it would take to get to the next store. I
looked towards my father to see if I could get an answer, however he seemed preoccupied with the
conversation.

Looking back to the window, I saw a giant white object charging towards us, and then I saw absolutely
nothing.

I heard a high-pitched scream, it made my heart throb. Hearing the fear in that scream paralyzed my
body, I could feel goosebumps crawl out of my skin. For that second, I forgot where I was and who I was
with. I felt alone, All I saw was black, as dark as a night without the moon, my ear rung with the
screeches of metal. It felt like gravity had turned off and I was being swung around like a doll.

Then with a BANG it stopped

My face felt cold and wet with tears, I gathered the courage to open my eyes. Everything was hazy I
tried focusing my eyes, I looked over and saw a familiar figure, my father!
He looked different, he was backwards with his arms hung above his head, eyes closed. I could see thick
veins scratched into his forehead swollen with all the blood that had rushed to his head.

“DAD, DAD, WAKE UP, HELP ME!” I desperately screamed, as by instinct he opened his eyes took a quick
look around and quickly instructed “you’re going to fall prepare yourself”. He reached over and
unbuckled my seatbelt, as gravity greeted me again, I fell straight down, quick and hard. I saw a faded
ray of light coming through a small square I looked back at my father who commanded “GET OUT
NOW!”. I continued to crawl through the unknown tunnel, there was glass everywhere I saw shards of
wood which I could only assume was my once beloved beautiful jewelry box. I rushed out, blinded by a
burst of light I squinted, everything was spinning.

Where am I? Where is my brother?

I started walking not knowing where I was going yelling “Alex, Alex where are you? I think dad is hurt!” I
found him he was in the middle of a road crawled up bawling. It shattered my heart seeing him like that
I ran over and swallowed him into a hug refusing to let him see the scene in front of us. It was a big black
metal creature, and that creature still had my father. A whining cry came ringing through the streets,
two people came out of a red monster trying to get us strapped down to gurneys. “No!”, I protested “I
am not leaving my father”, the man dragging me away looked over at the police officers attempting to
pry my father out of the jaws of the metal creature. They kept yelling “sir? Sir can you hear me? I need
you to say something!”
The man took me a way ignoring my plea to stay. I closed my eyes not wanting to see anything anymore,
it was terrifying to be back in one of those metal monsters that overpowered us. As tears left my eyes, I
reached over to hold my brothers’ hand, we stared at each other in silence laying on our backs
completely helpless.

We arrived at a bright white room where they took away my brother and once again, I was alone. It felt
like months before someone came in, they handed me a phone, I called my mother completely breaking
down I cried out one word, “help”.

Hours later they brought my brother back we held each other, until my mother came. They finally
brought us to my father. My poor father with tubes slithering from his mouth and nose, smiling as he
cried relieved and ecstatic to reunite with us again.

The same people who put us in the monster kept calling us a miracle, telling us how lucky we were to be
alive, I glared at him I didn’t feel lucky right then.

1000