Deja Vu with A Second Fighting Chance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A dream that I had a few months ago. It jolted me out of my sleep and left a deep impression. It felt so real that I decided to write it down. cleaned the story up a little. Hope you'll enjoy it.

Submitted: April 14, 2010

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The hot red sun was setting in a far distance, reaching the line of horizon. The beautiful sky gradually grew dark as the different shades of colour were painted in the sky. Something that stood out was the deafening silence in the air. No chirping of birds, not even the occasional mewing of cats. Even the ticking of the clock was muted. As I stood there in the small bedroom, staring out of the open window, I could not help but admire the beautiful sunset. Yes, the ridiculous height of this floor had initially scared me to my wits, as I stood on the fiftieth storey. But now I could only admit to myself that such a high level had its benefits. The sky was so beautiful, just like the calm and clear sky just before a disastrous storm. As my eyes continued to watch the fast disappearing red sun, something screamed at me from my gut feeling. Something was wrong. But what could be wrong in this beautiful sunset? Everything was perfect.
In the few minutes that I stood in my sparse and simple bedroom, staring out at the beautiful scene in front of me, the sun finally disappeared through the horizon line, plunging the sky into deep blue darkness. In the midst of the silence, everything seemed normal. Except for the deafening silence.
Just then, a deafening crack thundered in the sky as the whole room shook. I grabbed the nearest thing my hands could grab as I stared around me in shock. What had happened? Another deafening thunder echoed in the sky. My eyes shot straight to where the sound had come from – the window. As I stared out, the shock paralyzed my whole body. I could not believe what I was seeing.
The horizon line seemed to ripple up and down as if it was a wave in the sea, before the ground beneath burst open like a popped bubble. Dark grey ash clouds shot up into the sky, turning the dark royal blue sky into a thick grey ominous column. It took a few seconds for the scene to hit my mind, forcing it to work. The truth dawned upon me – there was a super volcano beneath the earth, so close to Singapore, and now it had just erupted.
Footsteps rushed into my room, and there was an irritated voice, perhaps questioning what had caused the loud sound. The voice was cut off, as if the person was also caught in shock. I could not turn around to even talk. The whole scene in front of me was too mesmerizing and hypnotizing.
I just stood there staring at the window before I remembered there was someone else in the room with me. I turned around and caught the eyes of my disbelieving mother. We stared at each other and the still rippling solid ground in shock. We just could not believe our eyes. There was no volcano nearby at all, at least before the eruption. The nearest was in Indonesia, several hundred kilometers away.
How could this be happening? Singapore was supposed to be one of the safest countries away from any natural disasters, especially from volcano eruptions. There was simply no way that a volcano had been situated so close, and even much less possible was the existence of an undiscovered super volcano being so close to home.
Yet, right in front of us, there was no mistake that it was the eruption of a super volcano. I had seen enough of such predictions and animation about it on the television. I could recognize it easily. As I turned my eyes back to the grill-less window, the thick column of grey ash seemed to have grown in diameter and size. No red lava had flowed out of it yet. It was only thick grey dusts shooting up straight in the air, like a beautiful musical fountain without the beautiful factor.
Another loud eruption broke through the sky, jolting us out of our reverie. My mother and I rushed out of the room, screaming at the whole household to pack our bags quickly and leave. It was at this time when my ears could faintly hear the screams that were coming from all around us from the window. The rest of those who had heard the loud eruption had started screaming too. We ran into all the rooms, trying to salvage as much belongings as possible. But my mind was still not working.
As I ran back to the room to pack my stuff, my eyes drifted to the window again. To my utmost horror, the ash cloud was rushing towards us like a huge tsunami. It was already a quarter closer to us compared to just a few minutes ago. How could this be possible? The speed at which it was coming made no sense at all.
In my panic, I screamed at my family to pack even faster to try to even rush down to the ground floor for safety. Those few words barely took a few seconds, but when I turned my head back to the window, it was too late. The ash clouds had reached halfway towards us. The rest of the buildings that were nearer to the coast had disappeared under its thick cloud, and I did not know if they were consumed by the burning ash clouds or were still standing there. The heat radiated out from the ash clouds strongly, as if I was standing too close to an overheating oven. I coughed once; the atmosphere had become too hot and thick for my lungs.
Within a few seconds, my family rushed to the master bed room as the ash clouds reached the window of my room. We moved as much as belongings as we could grab hold of into the master bedroom just as the ash clouds entered my window and moved into my room. Just then, the whole scene in front of me turned black.
 
It seemed as if there was a replay button as the scene returned back to normal again.
The hot red sun was setting in a far distance, reaching the line of horizon. The beautiful sky gradually grew dark as the different shades of colour were painted in the sky. Something that stood out was the deafening silence in the air. No chirping of birds, not even the occasional mewing of cats. Even the ticking of the clock was muted. As I stood there in the small bedroom, staring out of the open window, I could not help but stare horrifically at the beautiful sunset. The sky was so beautiful, but the horror froze me in place. As my eyes continued to watch the fast disappearing red sun, something screamed at me from my gut feeling. Something was wrong again. The beautiful sunset only hid the ugly truth that was waiting anxiously and hungrily behind it.
In the few minutes that I stood in my sparse and simple bedroom, glaring at the beautiful scene in front of me, the sun finally disappeared through the horizon line, plunging the sky into deep blue darkness. In the midst of the silence, everything seemed normal. Except for the deafening silence. I knew what was going to happen next.
Just then, a deafening crack thundered in the sky as the whole room shook. I grabbed the nearest thing my hands could grab as I stared around me in shock. How could this be possible? A second chance at this? Or a second nightmare? Was this some kind of disgusting joke? Another deafening thunder echoed in the dark sky, disrupting my thoughts. My eyes shot straight to where I knew the sound had come from – the window. As I stared out, the shock that I knew would come paralyzed my body again. I could not believe it even though it was just so plain simple.
The horizon line rippled up and down as if it was a wave in the sea, before the ground beneath burst open like a popped bubble. Dark grey ash clouds shot up into the sky, turning the dark royal blue sky into a thick grey ominous column. The truth dawned upon me again – the super volcano beneath the earth had just erupted again.
It was just déjà vu all over again. And this time, I was ready. I quickly grabbed my belongings that I knew I wanted to save. I pushed my valuables and passports into one of the recycle bags in my room as I screamed for my family to start packing quickly. I knew what was coming next, and I was determined to stop it from happening.
I screamed again to them to pack as fast as they can, and to take only their belongings; we were going to outrun the ash clouds no matter what it would take. I grabbed another recycle bag and stuffed my beloved pillow and bolster into it, as well as my loved toy cat. I pushed the bags into the master bedroom just as a loud bang shot through the living room. I rushed out just in time to see the main door being broken down by some men in uniform.
Firefighters rushed in as they tried to douse water to the ash clouds. This time, it seemed to come even faster. I ran back to my room, trying to grab some clothes when I saw that the ash clouds were just outside my window. Fist-sized burning stones shot through the window in the space between the first firefighter in my room and me. We looked at each other for a second before our minds started working again. Adrenaline pumped through my body as I started running out of the room. The firefighter shouted at me to leave, but he did not have to. My survival instincts were switched on.
My family then ran into the master bedroom again. It had been too late. The last thing I saw as I turned my body to slam the master bedroom door shut, were the brave firefighters shouting at us to close the doors as the ash clouds came menacingly near to them, like an open black mouth about to consume them. The hoses of water seemed to pale in comparison to the dangerous grey ash clouds as the heat evaporated the water even before it came out of the hoses.
With fear in my eyes, and no more tears left, I slammed the door and sat in the master bedroom, waiting for the end to come. My sister sat on the make-up counter beside the door, surrounded by the wardrobe on her both sides. My mother sat beside me on the bed. I hugged my knees together in fear as my father sat on the counter beside the TV to my right. I knew we were going to die. There was no way we could survive this, no matter how fast we were, no matter how hard I tried. I closed my eyes for a second, praying hard that our deaths would be over quickly and be painless.
All of a sudden, the howling wind that accompanied the suffocating ash cloud disappeared. The chirping of birds filled my ears. As I re-opened my eyes, our surroundings turned white and we were in a beautiful garden, wearing white robes. There was bright sunlight shining on us as the white furniture around us seemed to radiate with a beautiful white glow. There were ferns and trees all around us as my sister was sitting on a Grecian bench. Somehow I knew that we were in heaven, which meant that our deaths were so fast that we did not even feel it. It was a simple death with no pain. There was a thankful and grateful feeling inside of me before the dream disappeared and I woke up.


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