Alien Monologue

“Jess wake up, wake up!” My brother was calling my name.

I was confused as to why he was yelling we usually can’t speak any louder than a whisper. Every morning at dawn you can hear distant explosions of bombs and grenades. After a while they become a part of our daily routine; we wait at least an hour after the first one is released, then you can resume to what my brother and I call a normal life. My stomach growled; I don’t remember the last time I ate. We usually can’t, every morning rebels (aka the bad guys) circle the blocks of old abandoned buildings looking for any survivors, people like us.

This morning was different, you could hear were the eruptions and sounds of the rumbling engines passing by, not miles away! Today’s explosions

I stood there in complete silence staring at the scene that occurred.

My body was frozen unable to move.

My brother was lying there dead. This wasn't a shock to me, I knew this would happen. Throughout my life, people have been shot down like flies. I for one have been fortunate and lucky enough to still be breathing.

I was torn apart. Tears were slowly forming in my eyes, I knew the right thing to do was take his body, but he would have wanted me to leave his body and run.

At the site of this, all my plans were lost, my hope to live was lost.

But this sparked something inside of me anger, rage, and adrenaline. They killed my parents and now him? I didn't care where I was going as long as it was far away from his body and this country.

I began my journey heading west hoping to hit the border of Lebanon within a month, nothing went according to plan. I had no water, no food only the clothes on my back. My heart sunk when I realized in one week, I was halfway through what I thought was going to be the easy

The once green luscious gardens, beautiful pools, and hotels were now one color, a dusty brown. In Aleppo, that was the color of everything.

I could see the damage and horror people went through just by looking at the reminisce of life and blood stains that were hard to miss.

As my journey progressed I could tell I had lost weight, and strength. Doing the so-called easy thing walking was taking much more of my energy than I could muster. Each day seemed as if the hours would grow and my energy would fade. I spent my sleepless nights under sheets of metal and ripped apart wooden shacks.

Every night I would revise my plan in my head over and over until I fell asleep or until I could see the sunrise in the distance.

On the final day of my journey what I thought was never to come, I finally came across the border of Lebanon.

When I saw the sign Welcome to Lebanon, as well as the amount of soldiers lining the border. I had to bail out on my plans, I knew there had to be a place that was better than this.

The only bad thing was I had no sense of direction…

I went over my reasons as to why I thought this was a good idea, and I was still convinced this so-called a “plan” was equal to committing suicide for