The Mist

“Ron, is he dead?” Freddy whimpered, clasping the arm of his bigger brother. “I’m not sure, but I hope so,” Ron said, staring blankly at the floor. The house of the Draver’s is a place where happiness has given a kick in its ass. Ron Draver hated this house. Every part of this house reminds him of the past. A past of hatred, pain and confusion. Ron, with his unkempt hair looked like any 15-year old boy would look like, but under the protection of his clothes hides many scars. Battle scars he would call it. Freddy is only 10 years old, but has seen much and heard much, due to the media the world’s been showing everyday. They are both very close, as both had only themselves to rely on. Their mom had died after Freddy had been born. Ron had some faint memories of his mom, a instance which he could faintly remembered is the time where his mom had a long talk with Ron when he was just 7.He couldn’t remember the conversation, but remembered it to be an urgent matter.Their only parent looking after them is their dad, which made Ron regret the day that he was ever born. The dad who caused much hurt to both his sons. The dad which Ron had much hatred with. The dad which was now lying on the floor of their trailer house, head bloodied.Ron gripped the baseball bat tighter as he stared into the closed eyelids of his father, relieved that the madness was now over.
Just then the trailer was rumbling all over. Both kids realized that it’s happening.“How come the alarm didn’t warn us?” Freddy gasped, clearly frightened.The rumbling was getting louder by the minute. The thing was approaching.“Ron, quick! Let’s go before it sees us. I don’t want to be one of it,” Freddy whispered, pulling the shirt of his brother towards the closet filled with strange runic markings. It was the place of refuge, a place where the black mist would not penetrate.“Let’s go!” Freddy shouted suddenly, breaking the stupor that Ron was dwelling into. Ron stared at his father. It would be the last time that they would probably ever meet each other again.
They managed to get inside the closet before it came. The trailer shook so hard that Ron had to hold on to the handle of the door to prevent it from being forced open. Ron griped the handle like it was his last strength of his life, causing his knuckles to glow. He was scared for the first time. What if it caught us? Turn us into one of Ritchie’s parents? Fear froze Ron all over, but he was thankful that fear was one thing that kept his grip onto the handle. The sound was deafening, causing the trailer to grumble as it shook with such intensity that it was not impossible for even the neighbors to hear it. Ron could imagine the neighbors closing their curtains, imagining as if nothing had happened at all.
It was during that time that Freddy suddenly snapped.“Make it stop! Make it stop!” Freddy wailed at the top of his lungs, clasping both his ears and shutting his eyes. Legs trashing, he was losing his sense of sanity.“No! Leave me alone! You can’t make me! I asked you to leave me alone a long time ago! Get lost! You are already dead!” He screamed with a little sense of authority, eyes fixed on the ground.
Ron released one of his hands, forcing Freddy down. “Fred, What the hell is wrong with you?! Stop thrashing around, you are gonna let me lose my -.”It was too late. One of Freddy’s legs shot towards the single hand of Ron gripping the handle, smacking it away.
It happened all too slowly in Ron’s eyes. The door being ripped out of its hinges. The black mist gliding past the door. Freddy’s wailing stopped. He too was entranced by the mist.It was almost too beautiful. Both of the kids are trapped in the beauty of the mist, as if a spell was upon them, causing them to both lose their senses. It was like air, without any physicality. It was as if the air was black. Like smoke. It was shaped like a snake. Or a dragon. It was not a huge amount of “smoke” Ron had imagined.
Then it cried. Or so the boys thought. Ron looked at Freddy. He wasn’t crying, nor was he. Is the mist crying? Did it really have emotions? Is it real in the first place?Then it was gone in the blink of an eye. Both boys had even thought of wanting it to stay. To really understand this “thing.”As they crawl out of the closet, what they saw was utter chaos. Most of the furniture had been blown to bits, leaving them almost nothing. Both boys stared at the ground of where their father had once laid. It was gone. Their father was gone.Now is not the time to stay here and think about this, Ron thought.He gripped his smaller brother’s hand and said,”Common, let’s find Uncle Ben.”