Only in the Movies

I'm not quite sure how to begin...I woke up today, thinking it was just like any other day. I got dressed, dropped off my little brother and headed to school. Just like any other day, I met up with friends and we went to first period.

The teacher cancelled fourth period and, for whatever reason, we were sent home with words from our principal: "Get home quickly, make sure your loved ones are accounted for and stay safe."

That was the last thing I remember before chaos broke out.

I picked up Parker and rushed home, only to find that my father was attacking my mother. Let me say that again: MY FATHER WAS ATTACKING MY MOTHER.

And not just attacking, but eating her.

I remember Parker screaming and my father (or what was left of him) turning toward me. His mouth was covered in blood, his shirt torn. He locked eyes with me and I felt a fear I'd never known. He bared his teeth and rose slowly. I quickly grabbed whatever I could as he rushed toward me and vaguely remember having to beat his brains in, in order to keep him from eating me.

My mother was moaning and as much as I wanted to stay, I knew that I couldn't. I knew that something worse was going to happen.

I grabbed what I could, put Parker in the car and hightailed it out of town.

As I write this, Parker is sleeping in the backseat. I pulled over beneath shaded trees so that the two of us could rest.

I'm not sure what to do now, but the one thing I do know is that I'll do whatever I need to do to protect myself and my brother.

We're alone now. All we have is each other.