I’m sitting at the top of the tower, gazing down on the rest of the city. It seems to be about midnight, but I can see for miles with the light of the full moon. I lean over and let my legs dangle off the railing a little. The wind makes noises like thunder when it whips past my ears, but the sound of the heartbeat in my chest is too loud for me to really hear it. I take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself, even though I know it won’t work. We had just left our house, when it started. Many thought it was coming to destroy them, so everyone fled the city. Well, almost everyone. My family and a few of our friends didn’t leave. Instead, we went towards it. I still consider the machine as an it because it was half invisible. My twin
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Miles screams as a beam falls on him arm. “Miles!” I stop in my tracks, making Cayleb fall over me. I climb back to my feet and jog back to my brother. Cayleb begs from me to leave him, but I refuse. Our parents died when we were only eleven years old, and I will not lose another piece of my family. Miles turns to the side moaning and places his other hand on the beam. I reach him and attempt to help him lift it, to no prevail. I jerk my head back to Uriah, Mace, and Cayleb only to find that only Uriah is still there. “Please help.” I plead to him, staring into his eyes. Uriah sighs and runs over to us trying to lift the beam. A computer near us catches fire and it begins to throw sparks near Miles’ head. He screams, and I begin to cry. I know that the last thing I want to do around Uriah is to cry, but I can’t help it. My identical twin, trapped in a room. Two teenagers, his only hope. I am one of those teenagers, and there is nothing I can do. I take my hands off the beam, and lean down onto Miles. I just wish I could die right here, and that all of this would be over when I did. But that’s not the case. I need to think about this logically. What would my mom do? I know that’s what I should think, but I can’t think about my parents’ now. It’d just make me feel worse. I try to think about it like Miles would, smart and slow, and that’s when I get an
Miles screams as a beam falls on him arm. “Miles!” I stop in my tracks, making Cayleb fall over me. I climb back to my feet and jog back to my brother. Cayleb begs from me to leave him, but I refuse. Our parents died when we were only eleven years old, and I will not lose another piece of my family. Miles turns to the side moaning and places his other hand on the beam. I reach him and attempt to help him lift it, to no prevail. I jerk my head back to Uriah, Mace, and Cayleb only to find that only Uriah is still there. “Please help.” I plead to him, staring into his eyes. Uriah sighs and runs over to us trying to lift the beam. A computer near us catches fire and it begins to throw sparks near Miles’ head. He screams, and I begin to cry. I know that the last thing I want to do around Uriah is to cry, but I can’t help it. My identical twin, trapped in a room. Two teenagers, his only hope. I am one of those teenagers, and there is nothing I can do. I take my hands off the beam, and lean down onto Miles. I just wish I could die right here, and that all of this would be over when I did. But that’s not the case. I need to think about this logically. What would my mom do? I know that’s what I should think, but I can’t think about my parents’ now. It’d just make me feel worse. I try to think about it like Miles would, smart and slow, and that’s when I get an