The start
Hope is like an hourglass, you can have loads of it but it will soon run out slowly but surely. Then what’s left? Nothing.
I woke up again. Lifeless. Numb. Hopeless. The sun lit up the empty earth. I scrunched up the duvet and put my head in it. It smelled like mum and dad. I missed them. I missed waking up in the middle of the night and seeing mum and dad in bed. I would slide in between them where I felt safe. But now it was me. Alone. Tears unconsciously fell down my cheeks when I thought of them.
I looked out the window and saw birds scattered in the sky. I wished it was me. With someone I could be with and fly with. But now mum and dad was gone and I couldn’t do anything about it.
I walked downstairs and rummaged though our cupboards. All left was crackers, cereal, jam,a few fruits and expired milk. It was easy to get food now. I could go to any abandoned food market and take anything on the shelf. And no one could stop me. I fulfilled myself with jam on crackers and strawberries. I hopelessly looked outside hoping someone cared about me. That someone was out looking for me. But I deep down I knew no one even knew I existed. I continuously doubted myself but I know I’m alone. Or at-least I’m sure of it.
It was on a the very first of January the day after Christmas. It was cold and snowy and families were cozy in their houses. Something happened. An explosion? A war? I guess I never found out. All I remember was mum messaging me. “I love you”. No context. Nothing. Before I knew it the earth was wiped out. Houses were destroyed. People were killed . It was disastrous. Few people survived but soon died after illness or suicide. I didn’t do it. I was scared? Or was I curious? Something drew me from killing myself after that. I’m still confused. It’s been months since that yet I still remember it vividly. Like a meaningful dream. Or so a nightmare. The world was empty. I don’t know if there is anyone out there. Living like me.
You might think it’s a dream. To live alone on the earth. You can do what you want. Eat what you want. Have what you want. Live where you want. But it’s not like that. I still live in my house. I didn’t run away to a mansion that was abandoned because my house was cozy. It was familiar to me. It was were memories were. Picture, toys anything. That was all that kept me alive. Home and hope. I did things I dreamt of always doing. Indoor skydiving , skiing, swimming under a cliff. Going into space. I did all of it but it didn’t bring me as much pleasure as I thought. It was because I was isolated. And alone. I wished I had company. Every night I prayed in hope someone would answer. Always the same. Hoping for someone. Anyone . But I was stupid. I’m 15 and I should grow up and learn I’m alone. Everyone is dead and I’m probably next. It doesn’t bother me because I have nothing to live for anyways. Deep down I hope someone answers my prayers. But its always the door in the face, nothing.
