Who: Mika What: Sad Narrative Where: Her father's place When: Monday morning Warnings: Even more sadness
When news broke that the streets were safe again, on Sunday night, Mika had gone straight to her father’s place, on top of the dojo. Her brothers had texted her that the Hamartia was wrecked and that there was no point in going back there at least until it was fixed. It had been a happy reunion with big smiles and hugs; everyone was safe. That night, she had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, certain that everything would be okay when she woke up.
Everything was not okay when she woke up. Monday morning, Mika woke up exhausted but relieved it was all over. She was fine, no broken bones, just a few cuts and bruises, but she let her family check her thoroughly anyways. It wasn’t until she was pouring milk into her bowl of Lucky Charms that the TV was flicked on. She sat between two of her brothers, on the couch, and hissed at the list of deaths. It was sad, but she hadn’t known any of them until- Penelope Worth.
Mika froze, bowl of cereal slipping through her fingers as she stared at the TV. By the time she snapped out of it, her whole family was staring at her. She hadn’t told them about Alfie or the communicator. That was her adventure. She would have told them eventually, but it didn’t seem to matter now that- No! Her subconscious screamed. “It has to be someone else!” She was yelling, suddenly, and her father frowned, not quite understand. No no no no no no no no no! NO! Her mind screamed as she ran towards the room her father kept his computer in, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. There was knocking, lots of it, but all she could hear was her mind screaming, NO!
Every single news site in Seattle confirmed the same thing. The tears started at the second website, as reality started to sink in, but Mika kept going. If even one source didn’t have her name on the list, it could be wrong. It had to be wrong. Robin told her that Alfie was fine. Robin had said Alfie was fine and Mika just believed him. She didn’t even know him and she trusted him, just like that. She should have gone to check on her. Should have called. Should have texted. Should have something. What were her last words to Alfie? Oh God, she couldn’t even remember. Alfie had given her so much and she hadn’t even given the time to check on her during a zombie apocalypse.
When she finally opened the door again, her eyes were puffy from crying and she wouldn’t look her family in the eyes. She stared at the ground as she dragged her feet across the hall, to the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower,” She mumbled, more to the ground than to anyone else. She locked the door and lowered the toilet seat cover before turning on the tap and sitting on top of the toilet with her face pressed to her knees.
Loud knocking. “Are you okay, Mika?” No.
More loud knocking. “Mika, we’re worried.” No.
They’d switched to banging, now. “Open the fuck up, Mika!” No.
This is your fault, she told herself over and over again as she sat on top of the toilet and cried. This was her fault. Her heart squeezed tightly but she could barely feel it. This was her fault. She couldn’t feel anything. This was her fault. She should have just gone to be with her. If she had just been there, Alfie would still be alive.