Temeriel Smith

The Gift

The Gift By Temeriel Smith “One, two, three, four,” I count slowly out loud trying to drift off into a restful sleep. “Why can’t I just fall asleep for once?” Slowly I rise out of bed accepting another sleepless night. Things have been hard since the uprising happened. No one knows who threw the first punch between us humans and the Masses. But it has been none ending explosions and war here on earth. Everywhere you look there is destruction and women being snatched. I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grab a glass and pour myself some water. Leaning back against the counter I sip and look out into the forest. I had to escape Texas three months ago. I was almost captured by the masses and taken to I don’t know where. All I know is that a brown wrapped box shows up outside your house and then you are gone. I had one outside my door and I ran. They took my neighbor and her daughters just moments before I got my box.