9 September 2012
There is nothing I love more than that of the feeling of the cool breeze through my hair, the wind gently kissing my face as I tread through the streets. Across the sides of the highway, I would ride the railings, keeping a steady pose trying to keep my balance on my roller blade grinding. I notice an odd van by the side of the road but continue on my way home.
Jumping off the railings, I continue to skate across the side walks and to my house. A good half an hour passes as I approach my house, I notice that same van. It was parked within my driveway with my father and an abundance of small children crowded around.
Furious I approached. "What the fuck are you doing with all these kids, you pedo?!"
He says nothing. His silence unsettles me and he turns to me in a daze, his arms in the air. "All of the children need to get into the van... We're going home." Overhead I notice lines of hot air balloons. "They're all mine"
I stare in fear of what they began to drop.
Atomic bombs.
I pull my dad and try to get the kids into a working vehicle. "Move! Move! Come on!! Why aren't you moving?!?!" I pull at them.
"Don't you see, Mimi? We're going home," he responds.
In lost hopes of them all, I toss his arm and run towards the grass islands on the other block. "You're fucking crazy!!"
Above me, the bombs descended, some detonating in farther areas, which echoed terror in my heart.
As I reached the islands, I turn in utter disbelief. Suddenly, I notice a light... I turn around... And shield myself...
Moments later, I wake up in a beautiful garden. The smell of grass and flowers diluted my senses. At that moment, I began to cry. I knew that everyone I knew was dead. My mum, my sister, my brothers, my friends, my pets. I knew, too, that I was dead.
"Why are you crying?" a voice pierce my cries. It was my mum. "Why are you crying?" she repeated softly.
"I'm dead! I'm dead!" I blubbered. She just looked at me a gave a side smiled laugh. Coming from the house, she picked me up.
"Well don't cry! Come see your sister and the house!" she held me as we walked through the beautifully new house virgin to my eyes.
The house was huge, many beds and huge wide open areas. Just like I always wanted...
Knocks on the door.
"I think you should get that," my mum told me. Still crying, I went to answer the door.
A young man with long red hair, green eyes, a soft face, and a sweet and loving smile turned around to see me, a bottle of tabasco sauce in his hands. His expression quickly changed as he saw me. "Babe, what's wrong?"
I started to cry more realizing to the extend of just how dead I was...
"Honey.. Stop crying," he pleaded. "I brought the tabasco sauce..."
"I don't even like tabasco!" I cried more.
My sister came and explained to him the situation. He just smiled at me and held me until My cries turned into sniffles. He held my hand the entire time.
We sat at the table to eat, him having a lovely chat with my family and still holding my hand in comfort. I began to feel another tear.
Then I just woke up..
Apocalypse Please • Opuss № I