My alarm usually wakes me up... Yeah, and it's always super annoying. But, I gotta' admit, it definitely gets me out of bed. That's the problem. However, this time, there was no alarm. No constant rumbling coming from the down-stairs TV speakers. There was no chirping, there was no smell of coffee. Just... nothing. I noticed, and decided to open my eyes, even though I suspected this was another one of those dreadful, yet intriguing, episodes of sleep paralysis. I did so, and saw nothing but my ceiling fan, the white sheets I was under, and the rest of my blue wallpaper on the ceiling. I moved my fingers, wiggled them, 'Check', I thought. I shifted my head to the left, preparing for the worst, but all that I saw was my room, still. To the right, now. Nothing of interest, in particular. 'This isn't one of those...', I thought. After confirming that I was indeed fine, and not in an episode, I got up. Now sitting on my bed, cross-legged, I focus my ears. ...'Nothing...', I once again thought. 'They must have left to go buy something,' I thought, 'Kuri must be reading that book, like always, in the living-room downstairs,'.
I look at the time on the digital clock, to my left. "7:48 AM", it read. How strange. 'I don't usually get up this early,' I thought. I get up from my bed, sliding on my slippers, while taking the time to crack my neck side-to-side, as is the usual morning routine. However, this time, I felt very... dizzy. I almost passed out, in fact. 'What the hell...?'. 'Did I have SP and not realize it or something? Damn...'. I brush it off, regardless.
I make my way to the bathroom, turn on the light, brush my teeth, etcetera. While I'm brushing my teeth, however, I notice that my teeth are strangely yellow-ish, and I can taste blood in my mouth. 'Damn, I should really brush more,' I thought. But I usually brush my teeth three times a day, so this doesn't really make much sense. I brush it off, regardless.
After I am done drying my face, I go downstairs to make some coffee, and find out where my parents have gone. "Kuri, where did they go?" I ask as I make my way down the stairs, turning the corner to meet the living-room. There is no response. In fact, there is no Kuri. There isn't even our cat, Jackie, who usually loves sitting by the fireplace, which is lit every morning. "What? Even Kuri is gone? Wait... Jackie's not here, either. I mean, I get my family being gone, but my cat, too?" I state to my self in disbelief. However, I decided that I was jumping the gun. She's a cat, after all. Sure, she's here every morning, but she has her own free will. She could be anywhere, for any reason.
After I start brewing my coffee with my coffee-maker, and start microwaving the left-over pancakes from last breakfast, I decide to go searching around the house. "She's bound to be somewhere. Maybe I'll even find Kuri," I thought to myself. As I start walking around the house, I call out for Kuri and Jackie. "Kuri! Hey, are you here? Did Mom and Dad leave? Are you still here?". I wait, and wait, and still, no answer. I gave up hope on finding Kuri, since the structure of our house allows for sound to travel fairly easily and loudly, if Kuri was still in the house, she would have heard me. She wouldn't ignore me, either. She loved me like a father. She's only 9. She respects me, a little too much if I'm being honest. 'She went with them,' I thought to myself.
I visited the 3 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms, garage, attic, and basement. There were no signs of Jackie. Her food bowl, which I noticed when I came back to the kitchen, was completely full. The water, however, seemed tainted with a strange, yellow-ish colour. "The water too? But... doesn't water only get like that after a long time, or something?" I thought to myself, not being sure if what I was thinking held any merit or not.
Three beeps, and five annoying ones. The coffee and pancakes where done. After I finished eating, I went to check on my phone. When I opened it up, it read "9:36 AM". "What?!" I shouted, "How?! It's... It's only been, like, an hour! Unless, this is the true time, and my alarm-clock is broken." 'Yeah, that's got to be it!' I thought to myself, slowly starting to panic. This seems like something dumb to panic about, but with my crippling anxiety, I'd break out in to a panic attack over the drop of a hat. I quickly rushed upstairs, and checked on my alarm-clock. "7:48 AM", it read. I let out a sigh of relief, as this proves without a shadow of a doubt that the clock is broken. '...But how?' I thought to myself. I brush it off, regardless.
I go back downstairs, pick up my phone, and begin dialing my mother's number. One ring, two rings, three rings. Eventually, it reached twelve. No answer. I tried again. On the first ring, however, a phone to my right started ringing with the song "Stayin' Alive", by The Bee Gees, playing as the ringtone. It was my mom's phone. She left it on the sofa. "Wait... Why would she...? Wait... Why didn't it ring the first time?" I say out-loud to myself as my heart begins to tighten. I make my way over to her phone, and look at the time "12:00 AM", it reads. "W-what...?". At this point, I enter a panic. "It can't get any stranger than this!" I say to myself, hoping. However, as I looked at the top-right corner of the screen, I noticed the signal bar. It was flashing spontaneously, as if the signal was unstable. No, if it was unstable, it'd have a specific, repeating pattern that symbolizes that; like a constant lowering and raising of the three signal bars. No, instead, this was a flat-out glitch. Or so I thought. The actual icon itself was flashing in and out of sight. I take a look at my iPhone. 'Same thing, huh?' I thought to myself.
I dialed my dad. As I thought, he had left his phone, too. Also, it had the strange, flashing signal icon phenomenon, as well. "Okay, that's it. I'm going to talk to Maria and Jean." I say to myself, as I put on my sports shoes and make my way out the door. As I open the door, I am greeted with the cold, irritating, and constant sound of... "Nothing?!".
The street is empty, the sky is darkened, 'A storm had passed', I thought to myself. But there was no rain, and the streets where as dry as a bone. I looked around, and saw more desolation. The houses where dark, no signs of life anywhere. I made my way towards the Smith residence. I knocked on the front door, hoping for an answer. "Mr. and Mrs. Smith! Are you there? Hey, I need to talk to you guys, please. It's an emergency." Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Their dog was missing too. Guts, the violent, yet kind guard bulldog, was missing. His collar and chain on the ground. It looked withered, too. Hell, everything felt... old. I go around the house, knowing it's illegal to snoop and pry on property that isn't yours. But at this point, I was hoping that I'd get busted. I just wanted something, anyone or anything to show up. There weren't even bees in their backyard. Mrs. Smith's bee hive was... empty. No signs of physical trauma, no signs of fire, either. Just... poof. All of the bees gone. Inside, too, as I noticed when I opened up the top lid of the hive. Just like that. Their backdoor was opened, so I went in. I had no choice, at this point. This action was justified, right? 'Anything could have happened to this town,' I had thought to myself. I inspected the similar looking house, from top to bottom, and yet, nothing. It was the same scene as our house. Still electricity, yet, no signs of life. Hell, there were no signs of there ever being life there for days, at least. Everything looked forgotten and abandoned.
I left the neighbor's house, so anxious and stressed out that I began shaking. "They're all... gone..." "No," I corrected myself "Every thing is gone." Wind blew on and past my face. My long, black hair blocking my face partially. The wind was warm, yet there was no tornado in sight. "I'm... alone?"