'Doomsday'

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~I dedicate this story to the date 21.12.12
Amen.

What would you do if you only had hours to live?

Submitted: December 21, 2012

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Submitted: December 21, 2012

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~Doomsday

The clouds are oddly spaced today. The sun's rays are weak and barely give any light out at all. I stare up at the sky and wonder if Heaven exists. Though, I shouldn't jump to conclusions, I might even go to Hell. Or maybe I'll not go anywhere, I'll just...cease to exist. People say when you're dying your vision goes blurry and at the last minute you see a white light.

Interesting.

I wonder if the white light is an Angel's cloak. And what if you're going to hell? Do you see a red light to signify the devil's approach? I know, it's stupid but I guess I'm supposed to think about this now that we've only got a couple of hours till the world goeskaboom.

I try to make jokes out of serious matters, so that well, they don't seem as serious anymore.

"2 hours, 15 minutes." Lex mutters frowning at his watch. I gulp. Lex rummages through his bagpack and takes a Kitkat out. He slolwy takes the wrapper out and bites on the bar. "How can you eatat a time like this?" Clara interrogates, looking slightly angry but more scared. I've never seen her like this. Her light brown face has gone a deathly pale and her hands shake as she pulls her coat tighter around her.

"Face it, being scared won't help, you're dying anyway. I'm just enjoying the last few hours of my life by doing what I'm best at. Eating" Lex replies though his voice wavers as the sky gives another clap of thunder.

I sigh and decide to block them out for a bit. Lex and Clara have always been the ones who argued in the family, all I do is daydream about things far from relevant. I wonder what mummy and daddy are doing back in Spain. They were supposed to be on a holiday, just the two of them while Lex looked after us.

And once NASA confirmed the end was here, havoc broke out. Mummy and daddy wanted to come home immediately but all flights had been cancelled due to dangers of plane crashes. But I shouldn't feel sorry for myself because lots of people, even vile creatures like Melissa my worst enemy, weren't able to contact a lot of their own family members. Lots of people are suffering too.

I close my eyes and stretch out on the grass and pray. I hope daddy and mummy die remembering me, I hope Melissa dies forgiving me for the bad things I've done to her, I hope Lex and Clara die without arguing with each other. I hope I die in a graceful manner.

"2 hours, 4 minutes" Lex says making my heart turn with sadness. I open my eyes and realize that I don't want to die. I don't want anyone to die. I don't want to have lived 12 years of my life in vain, I wanted to be a writer and I wanted to die old, I wanted to get married and have a family and become rich and famous and even though that probably most likely wouldn't have happened, I just want tolive.

I wanted to see more of this world, I wanted to have adventure and romance, just like in all those books. Did the Earth get created only to be blown to a million pieces? Was there no other purpose for it to have been created? Nothing at all?

Tears spill out of my eyes and I realize that joking about matters won't help at all. It makes you feel hopeful and when you feel hopeful about something that will never happen it just makes you feel even more sad and angry and frustrated.

Lex reaches out and hugs me. "Its ok, baby, shh now" He whispers, rocking me back and forth. "It's not OK, it never will be" I moan, almost babyishly, acting a lot like Clara. He chuckles and his breath tickles my ear. "Oh, well, can't we make the most of it then? C'mon let's sing our song, you know the one about the birds?" He says and I straighten up.

"Can we?"

"Sure we can, look, I've even got my Guitar haven't I?"

I nod feeling slightly better. Lex has got an amazing voice, one that washes away all your worries. Clara doesn't seem to mind the idea very much either.

Lex pulls his guitar out his bag and plucks the ends of the strings with his quick, long fingers. Soon he starts the song with a sad guitar solo and then we sing together:

"Baby birdies,

Sweet baby birdies,

Huddled up in your nest,

hearts beating wildly,

Waiting for mummy to come back home!

Don't you worry birdies,

Don't you worry,

She'll be home.

And soon baby birdies,

sweet baby birdies,

you'll learn how to fly,

you won't need mummy no more,

You'l just soar across the blue sky,

your feathers brushing against the wind."

I grin at him and he grins back. Suddenly, I'm not so afraid anymore. "Want to have another go again?" Lex enquires and I nod enthusiastically. Our hour passes singing a few more songs he has composed and we talk about the funniest things that happened to us until our tummies go sore from all the laughing.

"17 minutes left. C'mon girls, it's time to head to Amal hills" Lex says suddenly after looking at his watch. Clara turns from beetroot red to pale. She gets up, her knees buckling against each other from fear. I stand next to her, my own hands trembling. We walk out of our backyard garden and I take one last long look at our house. "Goodbye house," I whisper. Clara hears me and fakes a laugh. "Nutter"

5 minutes pass when we reach Amal hills. Its a beautiful park filled with mounds of earth that we describe as "hills". Several more people have arrived and I'm sure pretty much everyone in town has gathered to die together.

Everyone chat as enthusiastically as possible until a grey cloud gathers, looming upon our heads like a curse that seems to mock us. There is a hushed silence and no one speaks.

"10..." Lex mumbles.

"9..." Clara says. "8..." Two girls beside us chant. "7..." A boy says.

"6..." A crowd joins.

"5..."

"4.."

"3" The crowd's voices waver.

"2" A girl bellows.

"1" I whisper. And slowly and suddenly we all join hands as we see water rushing madly towards us. I sing loud enough for everyone to hear and Clara and Lex join me:

"Baby birdies,

Sweet baby birdies,

Huddled up in your nest,

hearts beating wildly,

Waiting for mummy to come back home,

Don't you worry birdies,

Don't you worry

She'll be home.

And soon baby birdies,

sweet baby birdies,

you'll learn how to fly,

you won't need mummy no more,

You'll just soar across the blue sky,

your feathers brushing against the wind"

We stop and I stare at the sky, smiling to myself as the sea comes crashing down on us.


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