Disclaimer: 'Signs' and all characters therein belong to M. Night Shaymaylan.

Author's Notes: Another 'stream of thought' fic! This one is from the cellar scene… Graham is pressed against the door, and suddenly everything slows, he opens his eyes, and realizes…

I'm Not Ready

I stand with my back against the enemy

Only a piece of wood separates me

From Death

And yet only one thing comes to mind

I'm not ready

I'm not ready for a thousand things

I'm not ready to see my children die

Bo, my little princess

Morgan, my little man

So precious

So young

So innocent

If they should die now…

I'm not ready

I haven't begged their forgiveness for all I've done

Haven't told them how much I love them

I can't say goodbye yet

I'm not ready to see my little brother die

Merrill

Always so youthful and exuberant

And fiercely protective

Like a prowling wolf

And I'm not ready to see that wolf struck down

Bleeding

Dying at my feet

I'm not ready

I haven't told him how much I admire him

Or how much I owe to him

For leaving his job

His rich, famous job

To come work at the local gas station

Because I needed him

I'm not ready

The wood is shuddering

Perhaps it may splinter

Perhaps I may die

I can't

I need to tell my family

That I love them

Oh wood, please hold

God, let the wood hold

Protect my children

Protect my brother

Did I just pray?

I don't pray

But I would

If it would make this door hold

I would do anything

Please don't let us die

I'm not ready

~ The End