Million To One
The End Of The World
I'm not really sure how to say it. Well, that's not entirely true, I know the words and I know the order in which to put them but I'm not sure how to explain what just happened without sounding unbelievable. Hm... sorry to be blunt but I'm going to come right out and say it.
"The world just ended...", I said aloud to myself, and nobody else. It may have been the softest whisper I've ever uttered, so soft in fact that if anyone else was around to hear it, they might've confused it for the sound of a light breeze... But there is no breeze where I am. There is nothing where I am, wherever I am. I am currently doubting whether or not I am even at where I am, if that makes sense...
...Okay. It probably doesn't. Sorry if I'm not exactly one-hundred percent sure of what I'm saying right now. Hard to blame a guy that just saw the entire world end right before his eyes. Oh yeah, you're probably still wondering about that, huh? Forgive me, I've been known to go off-track at times. Bad habits die hard, even in the face of armageddon.
So what was it like? Hm... well it was not as long as I'd imagined it would be. Not that I made a habit of thinking about all the ways the world was going to end on a regular basis, but you know... the thoughts do cross our minds from time to time. I was just minding my own business, much like everyone else, I'd imagine and then... everything got quiet. Deathly quiet. Like, I mean... complete silence.
The kind of silence you might experience if you were a hostage and some asshole was pointing a gun at your head to shut you up so the police would walk by unaware of the situation. Not that I'd ever been in that predicament but I would assume you would hear absolutely nothing in that moment of tension.
… Anyway, it was kind of like that, I guess. It got really quiet and moments later, there was a massive white flash. A blinding white flash, the brightest of all whites, so bright it probably doesn't even exist on the color spectrum. I felt an excruciating pain for just a brief instant and then... there was nothing. And here I am.
I know, right? Not terribly exciting in any way. In fact, if I had at some point been looking forward to when the end finally came, I'd wager I would be pretty disappointed. Where were the screams of the masses? Where were the burning buildings and the flood of sirens? The very ground breaking apart, the sky painted blood red and the soldiers who might've thought they'd be prepared but just ended up dying like everyone else.
Nope, none of that. Instead, we get blinding white flash, scorching pain and then... nothing. Like I said, kind of a let down overall. But that wasn't what was bothering me. It was the inevitable questions that followed. Questions, such as; 'How did the world end?', 'Why did the world end?', 'Who or what caused this?', and my personal favorite...
"Was there anything I could've done to avoid this?", I inquired the blank nothingness that surrounded me, not really expecting a response. If I had eyes anymore, I would've closed them solemnly and tried my best to just not think anymore. The world... everything I had ever known was gone... what good would thinking do me now? What good would it do anyone now?
But my thoughts came through anyway, I mean, it's not like I had anything else to do. But the truth stabbed through my non-existent heart. The truth that... even if I had known... there was nothing I could've done. Nothing anyone could've done but... especially me. I was just some kid. There was nothing all that special about me. And now... there never would be.
Wait a minute... what is that? It looks like a door. Uh... yeah, it's a door. Nothing special about it from what I can tell. It's brown and clearly made of wood but... it's just your regular run-of-the-mill door. But... what is a door doing here? It wasn't here a moment ago, but I feel like it didn't just suddenly appear before me.
Without feeling the sensation of movement, my vision zoomed closer to the door. There were words carved into the center of it. I read them aloud to myself, "alea iacta est...". Hm... I feel like I know what that means but... I can't seem to recall. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw the brass knob turn and pull itself from the floating door-frame.
The door in front of me had swung open by itself and I stared into the deepest black I'd ever seen. The startling contrast to the rest of my current environment was a little too much to take in so fast, and I barely even notice how I seem to fall right into it.
There are so many questions and virtually zero answers. But there is one thing I know for sure. "I don't want it to end like this...".
… "I will not let it end like this".
Entry #1: END