End Of Erela

I took another sip of my coffee, which was still too hot to gulp down at once. I needed as much caffeine as I could possibly get at this moment. I scanned the whole place. Not a single persons eyes were not fixed to the screen in front of us, which in a way, panicked me even more. Everyone’s eyes were wide open, jaws gaping. Silent. I, quietly, tilted my head towards the pixelated lady in front of us. She tapped her papers upon her desk once more, fixing them into one rectangle altogether. She looked up from the and continued.

As she did, it sent shivers down my spine, like an ice queen freezing her opponent. She looked terrified. I mean, it was obvious she was trying to hide it, but it was as clear as day and night; she couldn’t panic. It was her job to make sure the news was delivered as calmly as possible to avoid more panic. Maybe if she could keep herself together, a small few of us would think that everything was going to be okay, which may actually leave a little bit of hope in this world we know. This world that would soon end.

“ - here’s Katy, with more on this.”

Well it’s very clear she couldn’t keep herself together. I don’t blame her! If i were her, as soon as that camera turned off, I would be breaking down, freaking out, crying non stop. She had to tell us of all the bad things that were about to occur. All the things that our ignorant world needed to know.

“It’s a nightmare only written about in science fiction. Who knew that such a thing could occur, so quickly, leaving us planning so much tragedy?”

No one. That’s the answer ; no one. That’s was pisses me off even more. Why didn’t they tell us? The job of our country leaders is to protect us and make sure we live good lives and have an all round good country. At least, that’s my opinion. I hear a jacket ruffle slightly towards my left. My head darts in that direction to face the person. A young lady was directing her gaze around the whole place, probably doing what I was doing earlier. Looking for someone who wasn’t panicking, or checking to see what everyone else thought of this situation we were stuck in. I stared at her for about ten seconds, analysing her movements before directing my attention to the screen once more.

“All I can say is that we try our best. And we promise all of you...we will fight to the very end”

That sentence made my heart stop. That word, ‘end’. The fact that there was an ‘end’ now. A possibility of an ‘end’. That word, ‘end’. It kept playing in my mind, and every time it did, my anxiety worsened. At this point, my pessimism triggered. Now the worst of situations has flooded into my mind. World domination. Distraction. Death. It scared me. No. It terrified me. And the fact that we couldn’t do anything scared me more than anything else. The idea that there was no escape made my mind go blank, which petrified me even more, so I went back to repeating the word ‘end’. Just so I had an idea of what I was supposed to be focusing on, before I went off topic.

“They will not be ready to attack right away, but I can tell you this: we will sacrifice everything we need to to stop them”.

At that moment a middle aged man, about two tables to my left, banged his hand in the desk, making everyone jump in sync. We all looked up at the man, who was now stood up, sightly hunched over his tiny table, with an espresso to his left and a hardcover book placed in the middle. The pages slowly shut themselves as the book struggled to hold the weight of the words that the author has written.

“What do you mean ‘sacrifice everything’?! You mean people?! People you will send out! You’ll be doing fuck all-“

The lady who was glancing around earlier stood up and swiftly moved towards him. She gently placed her hand upon his angled back and muttered reassuring things to him which I could just make out, as he was a bit closer to me.

“Calm down”.

“Panicking won’t help”.

“It’ll be okay”.

Those words that she muttered to him softly took the place of ‘end’, in my head. Probably because she was constantly saying it, bailing those phrases into my head. I guess it helped, helped keep me calmer at least. I saw him ,at that moment, hug her tightly Gripping onto her like a koala attached to its mother, seeking comfort. He began to whimper.

“I don’t want to die. Not yet...”

His sobs stabbed my heart. Each wail, each sniffle. Bullets. All of them, shooting me. I think it was because each one hammered into my head the fact that this was reality. I think up until he had lost it, I couldn’t bring myself to one hundred percent believe that this was real at all. I kept waiting for the reporter to say that this was a joke. It wasn’t real. It was overdramatised. Seeing that man over there, crying, panicking, weeping, just made me realise how serious this actually was. We were in danger. That was the bottom line; we were in danger.

“All I can say is I’m sorry”.

We all sat there, eyes wide, glued to the screen.

“We never though this day would come, but now we have no choice. We kept all this from everyone...to protect our countries! We hope you can see this.”

“How can you say that?!” The man yelled one more. The women continued to comfort him, which was probably the best decision. His eyes had gone bright red from the tears of terror he was projecting.

“But now, unfortunately, I must say these words. Words I wish I would never have had to say.”

I was scared. So scared for these words. So scared. So scared. So scared. So-

“Our world is, indeed, at war”.