The day I died.

I was born into a family, one I can no longer remember. There was me, my mother and my father, I did not have any siblings that I can remember. All I know is I was born and raised in the city of [REDACTED] and that It was on a bright summers day that my life would end.


I don't remember much besides looking out of my window, my room was small, but what was inside eludes me. I stared out of that window watching the cars hundreds of feet below scuttle around like ants, everyone going to work, school, or just visiting the city. We lived very high up in an apartment complex.


As I was staring out of that window I saw a figure fly past, too large to be a bird, too small to be any form of vehicle. It had to be a person, but before I could get a good look another, much larger... Thing went past the window, shaking the entire room as it crashed into the city. This thing was not a man, or a plane, but the largest reptile I had ever seen. It was as if it were the younger cousin of a very popular giant lizard that destroyed cities in the movies.


I remember opening the window and leaning out to get a better look, the top of it's head was in line with my window but it wasn't interested in the rest of us, it was heading straight for whoever that first person was who flew past the window, I could just about see what looked to be a man floating in the air ahead of the beast as I slipped and fell out of my window.


I was never afraid of heights, I would often open the window and sit half in, half out when it was hot and not even think about the consequences. I was never scared of falling to my death but as I slipped, all I could think about was how much I didn't want to die. I closed by eyes so not to see the floor racing towards me and begged for this to all be a dream.


This was the day I died.