The day of days

I knew it wasn't right from the moment, I was pulled out of my nice dream. Some would call it waking up the wrong side of the bed. Well this, this was different. I remember the sirens going by it seemed like one every minute. I tossed and turned, pulling the pillow over my head. My cat Scar started meowing loudly.

"Shush Scar!" I shouted. More meows followed. 'argh' I thought to myself.

"Come here buddy, I'm sorry.. what time is it anyways?" I looked over at my flashing phone. Huh? 9am! But where was my alarm!? I dived up grabbed my phone and saw 20 odd messages from my sister. Well she must of been out again last night I thought. I pressed the light and went straight to my underwear drawer. What the hell! The lights gone now as well! I can't see shit. I felt around in my drawer for my comfiest boxers, figured I'm going to be in a rush. meow! meow!

"Scar what is wrong, buddy?" I picked him under one arm, as I felt my way for the bathroom. Luckily I'm in a one bedroom studio so that's not too hard. Ah the light switch! I flicked it. Up and down. Come on! The power must me out. I squinted at the mirror my eyes were adjusting to the light and only being second story up. The passing cars lit up the room periodically kind of felt like I was in a bathroom nightclub. I set scar down on the toilet. Rubbed his little black and red head. His eyes glowing periodically with the cars. Demon scar, not demon scar. I watched it for longer than I should of. Work! I thought. I quickly brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. Then I walked back into my bedroom. Hmmm. How am I going to see anything or get dressed properly like this. Wait why is it so dark outside? I wondered over bewilliered and amazed. No street lights just cars, driving frantically. Sirens flashing in the distance. No one was on the streets. It's 9am the streets should be filled with people. No shops were open. What is going on? I turned round pressed the T.V remote. Nothing. No power damn I forgot. I pulled on my jeans I left at the foot of the bed and grabbed the first t-shirt I felt in my wardrobe. Grabbed a pair of socks from my drawer and made my way to the door.

*BANG**BANG**BANG*

"LET US IN PLEASE, PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU!!" I stood dazed for a moment looking at the ratteling door. What the fuck. I thought. I looked through the key hole and saw a young woman and her child. Her phone light lit up their faces she was crying. The kid looked terrified. I remember thinking wow she's beautiful. I opened the door. She shoved it soo hard. Nearly busted the chain lock off the door.

"PLEASE!!" She yelled.

"Okay hold up! I am, just let me get the lock off." I could hear her consoling her son as I unlocked the chain. "It's okay baby, it's going to be okay. Don't look down there just look at mummy." As I opened it. She bust in, slammed the door and bolted it.

"Salt!" She screamed at me literally two feet away, there was fire and fear in her eyes. It was dark but her Brown eyes and complexion seemed to shine.

"What?" I said, with the most confused look of my life. "listen lady whatever is going off, I don't want any trouble but your safe now. Please though tell me what's going on?" I talk with my hands so the whole time I'm gesturing at her. She barges right past me.

"Move! Michael go sit in the corner. Try calling your Pop." She pointed to my chair over by the window. Then turned her face back to me. "I said salt!" I pointed to the only cupboards I had in my house. She threw open the doors. Knocking things on the floor. Grabbed the salt and ran to the door. A car outside lit up my whole apartment with their lights. That's when I noticed, she looked like she'd been in a fire. She had soot all over. Her face was dirty and her clothes were singed. A piece of her had had caught fire. She threw the salt at the door and emptied it on the floor.

"Have you been in a fire?" I asked.

"Yes, no. It doesn't matter if we don't block this door. You'll get all your answers!" She grabbed onto my couch and started pushing it to the door. I instinctively helped.

"What are we doing because if there's fire I'm not blocking myself in." I started to panic a little now and thought I better start taking some control. She slid down onto the couch and burst into tears. Sobbing like she'd lost a loved one. I went to put my hand on her shoulder and she knocked it away. Her son ran over, grabbed her. She hugged him back. I felt awkward and still answerless.

"Mummy, it won't let me call anyone." His eyes welled up with tears. She rubbed his head and wiped her tears away. "It's okay baby, you keep ringing for mummy. It'll work again." He walked back over to the chair by the window. Trying to dial numbers from the contact list. She finally looked at me the fire had gone from her eyes. "Im sorry," she said wiping her nose on her arm. Brushing her curly black hair to the side as she did. The shine from car lights passing by hitting her tears as they fell to floor glistening like raindrops.

"Hey hey it's okay. Honestly. I'm just wondering what's happened? Do you want some water?" I got up and made myself over to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. I couldn't help thinking, what the hell is happening? I sat back down beside her. She was still trying to wipe away the tears when she leapt over and hugged me. So hard I thought she'd break my ribs. I awkwardly cradled her. She started crying even more. I rubbed her arm and told her not to worry. She's okay now. Then she just stopped crying she wiped her tears looked at me and said "Thank you."

"Okay," She composed herself, sorted her top out, wiped her eyes, fixed her hair all in less than 20 seconds. Looked at me, pointed to the front door and said "Do not open that door. At all. Okay?".

I nodded.