An Immigrant: A Short Story

I had always thought of my homeland as a peaceful, unharmed land. But now looking through the window within the midst of the clouds, I saw the true scars that I had been unaware of. I had lived a life of ignorance to the outside world. Locked in a small, wooden house with enough health, and nurture to survive. I had parents who rarely visited me. On those days, I get a high boost of self-esteem. “So glad to see you again, Mom,” I said as I opened the door after one knock on the frail wood of the small cabin. We hugged, and caught up with each other, while enjoying some tea. Then it finally came to my attention that something was missing, my father. “Mom, where is dad,” I asked uneasily. Mother let out a deep sigh and leaned up from her chair, “Your father… was in an accident.” “What? How? That can’t happen,” Mother sat stood up “Son, calm down -” “How can I when my father is injured?” “He didn’t survive Chris,” Mother lashed out. “He’s dead.” That's how it all started. Living in a world without violence, is what I believed was out there; I was completely wrong. Deaths did not happen on …show more content…
I somehow knew this day would come. "Its time for you to open the door." "Are you sure mom? Won't it hurt me?" "It will but you have to know the truth." I sat up and walked to the door. Blocked off by many locks, it was hard to open. I undid the last lock, grasped the door handle and looked up. I slowly pushed the door open. What lied in front of me I could not believe. The Dictionary would call it a catastrophe, but I call it hell. A wasteland of fallen buildings, dead trees, broken cars, and rotten corpses were piled in front of me for miles. I stepped down from my shelter, the place that had kept me from the horridness of this land. The books were true about one thing. "Mom... where am I?" "You are in what was we used to call, a utopia." "Why is it like this now?" I whimpered. "Come back inside, I'll tell