Teens Writing for Teens, the 5th

The sun was completely up now and I could clearly see – well, as much as my head injury would allow – the after effects of the explosion.
Now it was my turn to shriek. “Oh my God!” It was like a scene from a horror movie. Dead bodies... everywhere.
I held my left arm as I felt a sharp pain shoot in my elbow and then glanced around the area. The only other people standing – or should I say person – was the old lady who had come to me before it all happened.

I shivered. Nothing much to do with the weather, because unlike the days prior to this day, it was warm. At – I checked my phone again and saw two missed calls – five thirty am, the day was looking strong. Shame I wasn't.
I groaned when I saw who had tried to call me. Mom. Darren laid a hand on my arm.

“What is it?”
“Mom tried to call me about ten minutes ago. She must have heard the explosion.”
He rolled his eyes, “I kinda think the whole town heard that explosion. My ears are still ringing. Not to mention this pain in my side -” he lifted up his tshirt to reveal the side of stomach. I felt my intestines do a somersault.

“Darren, that's not normal.” He laughed. “Are you in shock or something?” I tested his forehead.
“Oh, it's nothing. Apparently hernias are normal in times of strenuous activity.”
I frowned. “Really?” Shaking my head, I tried to forget the horrible scene in front of me, and turned to head back to the house.
“Where are you going?” he asked, not moving.

“To get cleaned up.”
“But shouldn't we call the ambulance or something? There's dead people everywhere.”
“You wanna shout that a little louder?” I called back.

He ran his hand through his hair, which was now practically standing on end from him doing that, and with a sigh, followed me.
I rang my mom back, which she answered on the second ring. Wow, she must have been holding it.

“What's up mom?”
She sighed something like relief. “Oh my baby, I was so worried.”
“I'm fine.”
“But we heard this huge bang from outside and wondered what-”
“Mom, I'm fine. Stop worrying.”
A pause. “What happened?” Her voice went so quiet, so timid.

“Just – Nothing you should worry about. I'm fine. Darren's fine. We're all fine.” I started biting my nail as I looked out the window at the glaring sun reflecting off the ruins.
“Okay baby, but please, we miss you. Come home soon.”
I became alert. “Who's we?”
“Did I say we? I mean't, well, you know what I meant.”
“Whatever,” I sighed and with irritation, rolled my eyes. “I gotta go. I'll tell you when the world's ending. Bye.” I put my cell back in my pocket.

Darren coughed.
“You really shouldn't have said that,” he said with an undertone of mocking.
“Oh shush, you. It'll do her good to fret for once.” I grinned for a moment then frowned, nodding to his stomach. “How's the horn- whatever it was you got?”
He laughed. “Hernia. And it'll be fine as long as I go to the hospital.”
“If I had a car, I'd take you now.”
He winced, holding his side. “No worries.”
I rushed to his side.
“Ahh crap. Okay, I'll ask my mom.” He shook his head frantically.
“No, don't. She knows my parents number and she'll ring them. I don't want them finding out I'm running up their hospital bills.”

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