the ending

"I-I-"
He was right. What was there left to do? There was no time. I knew they'd be here any minute now...
After wasting a couple moments just staring into the distance, lost in hopeless thought and silent panic, Dr. Grant interrupted-
"Now, what did you see, Cassandra?"
Immediately, my heart began racing uncontrollably fast. My shrill, desperate shrieks of terror rang through out the room; I thrashed my legs out as far as I could, throwing my fists in the air violently, like a trapped animal.
"Cassandra!"
"NOOOOOOOO!"
"Cassandra! Cassandra!"
"NO! NO! They're coming, they are coming!"
Already I could hear the planes soaring ahead over the hospital, above a sleepy little unexpectant town. With adrenaline overflowing my veins,  I kicked free of the nurses' choke hold grip and raced for the door.
"Cassandra-"

"Mother!" M-Mother," I coughed. The air was so thick and smokey I might as well have been swimming through it.
"Mooother," I called, choking on my words. "D-Dad-dy!" 
Behind my bedroom door I could hear a faint call echoing.
"Cassandra..." I could feel my heart shattering like broken glass when I realized it was my sister's voice fading away out there.
"Kandra!" I pounded on the door, shouting through violent fits of uncontrollable coughing and gagging. Through the blinding, eye watering smoke i couldn't find the door knob; I was forced to close my eyes, it burned so fiercely. 


"Mother... Kandra... Daddy..."
"There, there Cassandra," Dr. Grant comforted. He sat on his knees beside the crying girl, who was crouched into a little ball, squeezing her knees to her chest and bawling her eyes out. Slowly she rested her head on his shoulder and let him stroke her hair, like and old dog. While she soaked his shoulder with her warm salty tears, she moaned sorrowfully, "I told you they'd come. I told you... Now look at what they've done."
"It'll be alright, Cassandra." He hugged her even closer.
The old man was pretty close to crying him self; this was his patient's third panic attack since the catastrophe she'd been rescued from almost a month ago.
"Horrible tragedy," he'd explained to the press only a few weeks before. "Of course we expect this to be difficult; what a traumatizing experience for an eight year old! But I'm sure she'll show signs of improvement soon enough."
"Daddy," Cassandra whispered. "Help me, Daddy... Where are you, Mother?... and Kandra..."
"We're trying our hardest, dear," the weary doctor responded.   

Yeah, I know it's not finished, sorry:D

The door swings open, door knob banging into the wall behind it. Nurses flood in, wearing every facial expression from annoyed to alarmed, and running in behind the herd is Dr. Grant. They find me in the corner of the hospital room, sprawled across the bed screaming bloody murder. With my fists pounding, my feet kicking, and my head shaking furiously, I try to explain, "They're coming, please, they're coming!" I watch the nurses bind me down to the bed, using my wrists and ankles; no one seems to be heeding my obvious warning.
"I'm saying this as loud as I can!" I shriek hysterically.
Dr. Grant kneels beside the head side of the bed, offering a small, reassuring smile. I allow him to comb his long, bony fingers through my hair. It's oily and unkempt, like a mistreated animal's. By now I've stopped squirming, but tears still stream from my eyes like a water fall as I moan heavily, "They're coming, why can't you hear me, why won't you listen... please, Doctor..."
Patting my shoulder, Dr. Grant calmly replies, "It'll be alright, Cassandra. It'll be alright."
"You people don't understand, I've seen it, I'm sure they're on their way now-"
"Shhh, Cassandra... Shhh."
Even in the dead of night, practically the early hours of dawn, with only the light of the hall way peering in from the cracks of the door Dr. Grant's deep blue eyes glittered like the sparkling constellations of a clear midnight sky. I could make out the large and baggy wrinkles underlining his eyes and edging the sides of his smile. His ghostly white head of hair seemed to glow in the dark, like it shone in the bright rays of daylight.
All I could do was nod. In the last couple of days, in this seemingly harmless and cleanly hell, I'd been trying my hardest at convincing them to save themselves.They must have believed I was insane, for no matter how much I begged they would not bother to listen. Just as Dr. Grant was doing now, they'd only smile and nod. I could tell looking into their large, open eyes they felt sorry for me. Yet I still couldn't bring myself to give in.
"Please," I beckoned even further. "Just- please, just consider." I ask it, like a prayer whispering as soft as the whistling winds, looking upward in search of a merciful God.
"What do we need to consider?" he questioned laughingly.