horriblepoet

[horriblepoet]

Fall of Earth

Hi guys!This is a small project i've been working on,i'm gonna post it on a couple more sites and see if i should continue it.If you have any critisicm or tips on how to make it better,feel free to tell me about them.(English isn't my first language so sorry if i've made a mistake here and there.)

This is a work of fiction,all characters in it are fictional,and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.

New York,the most dynamic city in the world,as they call it.Full of life,energy in its every corner.In november,the Big Apple shines in the great time of the year that is autumn.A perfect place to live,or die,in Anna's case.

She laid there,in her bathtub soaked by her own blood,when the ambulance arrived.The concerned look on the of a young volunteer was only amplified when Anna resisted medical help,although the desperate attempts were to no avail.A good amount of blood was lost since the beggining of her suicidal endeavour,thus she was at a great loss of strength that flew away with each drop of dark crimson blood.And with strength,her consciousness leaked away slowly,until it went black.

But it was not the moment of the blackout that was so striking,but the second before.The look on her face resembling that of a mixed feeling.The picture of emotions she felt,not knowing if she was just passing out or going for the last sleep of her lifetime,had shades of gray fear mixed with light brushstrokes of remorse,accented by the distinct reds of horror.But that all stoped,moments later,when the blacks splattered over the canvas.

She woke up in a bright room,which was obvious even before Anna opened her eyes.The smell of medical alcohol was present in the room,and Anna connected

the pieces.

'Medical room'-the thoughts echoed through her mind.

She opened her eyes and scanned around.She noticed both Betty and Patrick,bed side.The silver-haired older woman was resting her head on her husbands shoulder when she noticed Anna had woken up.The younger woman spotted Bettys puffed eyes before her thin,circular glasses and came to a realization.

She had been crying.

Her husband,a bald wrinkled man about Betty's age,was slower to notice Anna had awoken,only doing so after being startled by his wife's gasp.

What followed was conversasion regarding Anna's previous suicide attempt.

You can probably guess its obvious result.        

Chapter 2

'Humans are so tiring,they consume your energy until their neverending needs are satisfied and only then they will leave you alone,without a word of apology,without a sign of regret on their nonchalant expresion'.

This was the ending of the essay James wrote on the essay themed:'My view of life'.

Mrs.Peterson or Johnson(James was bad with names,he would forget them even seconds after he heard them) did not find this particularly poetic as James walked out of the classroom with a D-,feeling frustrated.A grade lower and he'd be expelled.

In a desperate attempt to tame down those emotions he rushed down the hall towards the only place in this institution where a snippet of privacy can be discovered:the restroom.

Entering the stall and locking the door the young man sat down and grabbed the small olive-coloured sketchbook from his backpack.Once he made sure all in the bathroom left,he started.The pen raced down the page agressively,like blood seeping through the bandage of a freshly wounded soldier.The chaos on paper was perfectly reflecting his current mood swing.It's been constant ever since his brother died.He has been feeling departed from reality,in a way.The violent red and horrific black on the paper began to shape a character,a person.

Thomas.

Or James?

Nobody could exactly tell who the face on the sketch was,not even the creator of it himself.His pen was scraping across the canvas such as nails on a chalkboard.

James was getting so angry he wanted to scream his lungs out and rip the page of his sketchpad.He started hearing his incresed heartbeat punching him in the chest,louder than the ringing in his ears.But then suddenly,as if he swallowed down an antipshycotic,the bell rang,and a wave of calm washed over him.

The young man could finally go home now,or to whatever his mum had tried to convince him what home was.

Chapter 3

"Hello,Anna."-the platinum blonde slender woman in her mid 40's broke the uncomfortable silence that took place after Anna's foster father left the office.

"How have you been feeling after our last session?" The woman asked.

"Pretty good."-she lied.

"Have the pills I prescribed been helping you?"

"Yeah,I've never been better."-that was a lie too.

Every morning when her foster mother gives her the small white box,Anna pretends to swallow the pill,only to spit it out when she looks away.The pills made her unwell,but not in a way that could be discussed with the therapist her fake parents take her to every week.She felt as if she was in a prison of some kind,her own thoughts being restricted away from her being.

"Look,I know you're not being sincere with me,your mother saw you spitting out the pills,so what's going on?"

Shit - thought Anna.

"Why would you think that even for a second i would be honest when talking to you?"-words just flew out of her mouth before she even thought of them.

"You sit here before me taking my money knowing damn well that you can't "fix" me and you expect me to be truthfull?"

She left the office with urgency,tears falling from her blue iris.No one in the world understood her,no one listened,yet they all heard.

Chapter 4

James was on the roof of his apartment building,waiting for a sign from a higher power,a hint,a clue,an indicator that he should keep living and not jump off the 12 story building he's standing on.He stayed there,waiting and eventually,the sun fell upon the horizon.Almost on cue,the door to the roof opened,and out came a girl about his age,with wavy dark brown,chocolate-like hair and ocean-like blue eyes.In his eyes,she had an energy radiating around her,an aura of a kind.James took a step back from the ledge he was standing on,as he felt something he never did before.It was strange.

"The view's better on the building across the street!"-he yelled.

"I'm not here for the view!"-the girl answered while walking towards him.

"Then why are you here?"

"Frankly,I don't even know myself.I guess i just got on the first roof i could find." She was now a few meters away from him.

"We got that in common." James was good at reading people,so was able to roughly guess her situation based on only the couple words that left her mouth,and the scars on her wrist's.

"James Gray"-he shook hands with her.

"Nice to meet you,James Gray. Anna Washington." Anna introduced herself in a manner of friendship,one utmost strange to James.

The young man noticed the scars,the way she just barely flinched when their hands made contact,and soon enough,the picture was pretty clear.

"Did you come here to end it all,Anna?" the looks on their faces were now stone-cold,a shift happening to their conversation.

"That was my intention,"-said Anna,

"I thought I'd sit here until a sign came from God,or some sort of clue about what to do in life."-she added.

"Why do you wanna die?"-the young man asked.

"My parents died when i was 7,and ²since I had no close relatives that wanted to bring me in,I was put in an orphanage.Being there until last year I was adopted by a sweet elderly couple.Turns out bad marks,skipping class and never being in my room can and will get you through three foster families in two years.But now,I wake every night drenched in sweat after those damn dreams.I get dreams at night,or rather visions of my parents lying dead on the asphalt road,not moving a muscle.I wake up,of course,but I'm scared that the next time I close my eyes I don't wake."

James noticed a tear sliding down Anna's cheek.

A few seconds passed in silence.

"But enough about me,why are you here,James?"-she asked,finally having numbed out the emotions.

"I was born in Manchester 17 years ago and I had an older brother,Thomas."-Had?- Anna thought.

"He was a boxer.During a tournament around two months ago he got knocked out and suffered a stroke.They cut the plug on him two days later."-spoke James as if he could read her thoughts.

"I moved with my mother here a month later and I've hated it since.I've been feeling lost,as if I'm in a maze inside my mind."

This was the first time he opened up to anyone other than Thomas.

"So you came here."-continued Anna.

"Yeah,I did."

"Let's not die,James Gray."

"Let's not die,Anna Washington."

In the following moments,what took place was something neither of the two individuals on that roof expected.

That "something" would go on to change the course of the human race,as we knew it back then.