Random stories I randomly write/think about

Divergent Whisp

4 minutes... 4 whole minutes.

The cataclysmic meteorite? Destructions of Earth.

No safe haven, no chance of life. I'm not ready to leave, 3 hours ago I was at school, now I was lying down in my dusty bed, silent tears streaming down my face. The lowlight from my phone hiding all of my worries. Shortness of breath, am I dying?

2 minutes... 2 whole minutes.

My memories, flashing through my mind. It was just yesterday I could remember my mother hugging me. Telling me I would live forever... how wrong was she. She's probably at work, she probably doesn't even know that she's going to die in... 

1 minute... 1 whole minute.

I didn't text anyone, who would I text. My mother wouldn't see it, my friends are probably with their family, trying to get the last ounce of comfort before their tragic, inevitable death. I don't even have a pet to comfort me. I'll go alone.

30 seconds... 30 whole seconds

Delaying... My body lagged. My mind stilled and continued to run at the same time. I might be sick. I might just lie down. I might look at the count down?

10 seconds... 10 whole seconds.

I could feel the heat of the sky. A faint feeling.... a purge-like feeling. A blazing light. The uplift of my house. The lowlight of my phone. Acid rain. Raging rivers. A time when my family loved each other. A time of serenity. A time of peace. A time or normality.

3..

2...

1...

Darkness

A splitting feeling

Alone...

Free? 

alone... 

a splitting feeling?

light...

life? people, joy, sirens?

I woke up on the floor in my room. why? It wasn't a nightmare and I know it wasn't a dream. the ground shaking. a loud noise. Streamers, music? notifications from my phone. it was an ordinary day, no April fools. This wasn't a test from the government. Hushed voices?

"Mum?"

Throwing caution to the wind I swung open my door, moonlight shining through the cracks of our newly renovated house. A ghostly wind, self-preservation of nature, its' way of letting us know we survived an already dreadful event. Its' way of letting us know we won and lost everything. 

grief, tragedy, fear, loss, comfort, family, help, love, rejections.

Feelings I beg to feel. emotions I crave. the lack of understanding of how someone can feel all of these at the same time and I can feel nothing.

A black hole, an empty canvas, bruises, empty, broken. 

feelings I want to flee my body. feelings I never knew. feelings that hugged and comforted me when not even my real mother would. feelings that would bust my skin open and sew it back shut. 

excitement

an emotion I have only been familiar with an entire 32 times in my existence. When did I feel it? it hit me faster than any meteorite could. I was excited to be gone. excited to cease. excited to stop. an emotion I hadn't felt for years creeping back up into my brain. I wouldn't admit this to anyone, but I was ecstatic. I wasn't ready and I don't think ill ever be, but, I wanted to feel that feeling more.

there was something more dreadful in the 4 minutes I thought I had left. people I knew wouldn't have been affected by the backlash of my death. I would have suffered no consequences, no sorrow or loss of me. Because somewhere on the celestial plane, everyone would be mourning their actual loved ones. I was perfectly content to linger on through my unfortunate afterlife as a nameless face, a divergent whisp.

I couldn't wait for that fireball of death to shred our atmosphere and rake me with it. 

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word count: 613

I'm kinda super tired. but here you go sorry for the bleakness

also, I know the photo at the time is kinda from Anne with an E but I'm in my Anne with an E phase so leave me alone... please and thank you.