The Purpose (Closed project)

Chapter 3: The prophecy of an old lady

I was lying in bed, waiting for time to pass, doing nothing. I was trying to remember and recreate the images that presented to me in front of the café. In one hand, those could be flashbacks of some memories but I don't recall ever seeing something like what the pictures were showing. In the other hand it could be just a product of my perverse imagination, but why the seizure? I'm not sick. I think I'm not. Or maybe a message? I laughed and said out loud. 

-Right, a message from whom?- I stood up and walked to the kitchen to grab a bite of something from the fridge and then the phone rang. I glimpsed at the clock. It was 16:40. 'Who could that be?'

-Hello?- I picked up the phone. 

-Hey there. It's me.- a soft and cute voice, even though digitalized, of dear friend from class entered my ear. 

-Hey Jane. What's up?- 

-Oh, I was just thinking about what happened today and after I saw the news I just couldn't help but notice.- she said. 

-Notice what?- I was starring into the fridge and choosing what to have. 

-Do you remember our conversations about the old lady prophet Vanga?- she asked. 

-Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.- I recalled, and then I realised. -Wait, you don't think that her prophecies might actually come true do you?- 

-You never know, you know. I just completely got into it and I don't know why, but it all seems connected. The assassinations, the bombing and the rest. What do you think?-

-First of all, I really doubt that was any type of bombing, and the assassinations were probably unrelated to that. Somebody got the chance and took it. Simple as that. And second of all. I think you lost your mind.- I criticised not too happy with her suggestion. 

-You're too exclusive and absolute. You think you're always right, as always.- she was a bit angry. 

-Wait a second.- I interrupted her. -Do you even hear what you're suggesting? What are you actually thinking about? An old lady prophet, and she was blind? You nuts?- 

She held back for a few seconds, and I was waiting, knowing I should let her think for a second. 

-Maybe you're right. But still, don't you think we should be worried?- she asked me with a sincere fear to her voice.

-Honestly? I don't know. But I wouldn't trouble my young mind over such nonsense. We're too young to think like that. Enjoy your youth. I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?-

-Alright. Have a good time. Bye.- she hung up. I put the phone back in place and sat down on a chair by the table while looking at the yogurt I pulled out the fridge. 'Yes Jane, we should be worried. But panic is the least we need. Even like this, it's too much to handle.' I thought. I too was thinking about that old lady prophet and I do fear her prophecies. Shortly, a world war three at the end of 2010. That's what she foresaw. She didn't even have to say it in public, we all know this world is going to hell one way or another. We won't hold out like this much longer. I returned to my room and laid back on the bed and focused on the drawing of a yin-yang on the wall I made myself. What was it representing on that cold wall? Just a caprice of a young rebel without a cause just like James Dean interpreted quite well. I was starring at it, thinking how would it look if it started turning around, when all of a sudden, it did. It started slowly turning clockwise. Grabbing the wall and everything else around it as if it was spreading into a great whirlpool of black and white. 'It's beggining.'  I heard a voice echo through my mind. The black and white whirlpool turned grey and suddenly I found myself standing on a rocky seaside starring into the grey rocks. The sea by my side, calm, and... wait? Gone? It was just there a second ago. Where was the forest above the coast that covered this place with shades? In it's place a graveyard of charcoal tree trunks stood there. A sea of sand on the other side. 'RUN!'  the same voice echoed again. I turned around but couldn't notice anyone but my lone self, scared and panicked. Having looked in every direction there was only one place to look, up. Into the sky, which too, seemed gone. An emptiness of a yellowish colour took it's place. The sun was suffocated by the thick by light clouds of a pale brown colour. I was observing that light as it was trying to fight it's way through the clouds to reach these destroyed lands... 'AEVOS!' 

-What?!- I woke up and sobered from the dream. My mom was standing at the door of my room. 

-Eugene needs you.- she handed me the phone. 

-Yeah?!- I said into the microphone. 

-Dude, where are you? You're late.-

-Oh shit!- I said as I looked at the time. -I'll be right there. Sorry.- I hung up.