Hopless

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This world is slowly falling apart...

Submitted: August 15, 2010

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The sound of fire crackling slowly brought me out of my sleep. My head hurt, my body was sore, and I had a lingering sense of regret. I was in a bed: that seemed to occur to me pretty quickly. I looked beside me, and lying next to me was a girl. She was curled up, head on the pillow, looking beautiful like she always did. I buried my face in my hands. She was the girl I loved, and she was dead.
 
I climbed out of bed, and all the memories from the night before hit me like bricks. She was sick from the chemicals floating in the air. She needed sleep, so she crawled into bed, told me she loved me, and never woke up again. I suppressed tears as I left the room. I turned to look at her one last time, and went back to kiss her forehead.
 
“Sweet dreams.”
 
And for the very last time, I left the room. I left the house. I left everything I cared about.
 
Now I could see the source of the crackling. The neighborhood was on fire. Half of the houses were burnt to the ground. I looked around, weary and grieving, for any reason to have hope.
 
No, none.
 
I was likely the last person alive in the immediate area. I turned to catch a glimpse of my home, and within second, fire consumed it entirely. So now everything was gone. I felt nothing, though. I had already lost my family, my friends, and now her. I was considering jumping into the fire myself when I heard a voice.
 
“Jacob, is that you?”
 
I whirled around to see my neighbor, a young boy, pulling himself from a pile of wreckage.
 
“Anthony, hold on!” I shouted as I ran to him. I grabbed is arms and he gasped in pain. They were burnt. There was no other way to pull him out of the debris. “Hang on, okay? It’s gonna hurt, so just bear with me.” And I pulled again. He cried and shouted, and finally I managed to drag him out. He sobbed, and I wrapped my arms around him, trying to avoid the burnt spots.
 
“It’s okay, Anthony.”
 

“They’re all dead!” He shouted, “Mommy and daddy, and everyone else!” I was about to respond, and spout some more bull shit, but before I could, there was a very loud noise. An explosion. I looked behind me to see a wave of fire quickly gaining on us. Acting on instinct, I covered Anthony with my body, shielding him. The last thing I remembered was the sound of fire growing silent. I could feel Anthony wriggling to escape my grasp, and the sound of footfall growing dimmer, and dimmer, and dimmer….

The end.


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