The Noise in the Lower Deck

As we were sleeping, I heard a loud noise. I never liked investigating, but this might’ve meant I could find a way to get out of here. I walked down the futuristic hallway and down the steps. Closer and closer to the noise. Then I saw it. All the aliens in one room. Hundreds. Maybe thousands.

“Hello! Fellow, aliens! In two days, the ultimate plan I have to get rid of humans forever!” The head alien said.

“So in two days, we will…”

“Sire.”

“What is it?”

“There is a human here.”

I froze, as all the aliens looked at me.

“Sup,” I said.

“Get the human!”

“Well I’d better skedaddle!”

“Oh no you will not!”

He ran over to me as I ran up the stairs. I was so fast I almost killed myself going up.

Fuck! Why does this always happen to me, always stirring up trouble? I thought.

Then the alien punched me in the stomach, then slapped me hard. Harder than my mom’s slaps.

It hurt everywhere. Legs. Arms. Head. I couldn’t walk. Or run.

“Ha!” the alien said as he picked me up.

I squirmed around. Then, I felt dizzy. Like he was spinning me around. I screamed, but nothing came out. Was I dead? No. I couldn’t be dead. I had so much to live for, mother, father, Clare. I was 15 years old. I can’t be dead. I can’t be. I was panicking. I breathed faster and faster and faster and faster and…