𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌

41| Q U A R A N T-U N O

ALESSANDRO'S POV

Everything went black. I felt my body getting slammed on the floor and my ear drums stopped working. My body couldn't move but I felt every single thing happening around me. I felt heat, fire.

My eyes shot open, I immediately sat up and looked around. Everyone was unconscious on the floor, no one and I mean absolutely no one was awake. I took out the gun in my back hollister and got up slowly. I touched my forehead gently at the feeling of something running down, it was blood.

I ignored it and stood straight, I couldn't find my grandparents, I couldn't recognize anyone.

I felt myself breathing heavily, I didn't know what to do or who to look out for. It's almost impossible how everything turned upside down in this short matter of time. I froze in my place when I heard a huge amount of people screaming. The screams kept getting closer so I rushed to it first.

It was like hundreds of soldiers in war, fighting against one. Every single one of them ran towards me, screaming and crying from whatever's behind those tears. They ran past me, each one of them told me to run but I was never the one to take orders.

I kept going and going the opposite way, I got closer by each step to what they all feared. I guess it's the way I'm built, to go opposite of the expected.

It was endless, as if you can never reach the end. My eyes caught a male figure standing in a corner watching everything go down, that figure wasn't unfamiliar to my eyes.

"What the hell are you doing" I stood in front of my father, unable to find an answer for whatever he's doing or thinking. "Get out of here Alessandro" was all I got from him, that was the first time he spoke a whole sentence to me in months. Normally, a person would get sad or defensive but I had no time for his bullshit.

I gathered my strength and left his side, heading to my originally un-known destination when I heard him say one more thing, "You won't survive this son"

I won't lie and pretend that if it was another casual day, I would have frozen in my place. It was never a casual day when he calls me son, there was never a day he called me that.

Maybe it's because I'm about to die, or at least that's what he thinks. It's funny if you think about it, they remember to do you good when it's about to end. Suddenly the love and care shows up when that person is on the edge of falling, it should be sad and depressing but I found it funny. Maybe it's because I'm going insane or actually dying, you never know.

There I was standing between fear, love, hate, screams, begging, surrender and mostly heat.

I've finally reached the end of the room where I was standing not a couple minutes ago with my grandparents. One moment we were the happiest, and the other, we were running from our worst nightmare.

Some of us didn't have the chance to run, and some of us chose to run back. Like me.

Fire was everywhere, tables, chairs, even people. Some helped those caught in the fire and some pushed them away for their own safety which I found stupid. If someone needs help then the hell is going through your mind saying you shouldn't.

I could see a group of men and two or three women gathered around each other, I couldn't tell if they're helping someone or the ones who caused all of this. For some reason, I had my anger and rage all kept stable. I trained myself when I was younger that in some situations you have to control it, that anger won't help solving any of the problems. Anger pushes power through your body, it shakes a nerve, nerves that drive you insane, it drives you to a person you can't recognize.