Reality dawned in on me. Worlds colliding, time shattering. This is the end? It can't be the end. I refuse this to be my end. My conscience fading, soul leaving my body. I can see my remains. Laying there, so peacefully. Although, that isn't the real me. Their name is Xerxe. They live in ecstasy, while I live in misery. All of my memories are flooding back to me. Mirai isn't real. The future is nearing and I can't face it. Nasta isn't real. Not even God can forgive me. The real world is so surreal; I find it astonishing it really exists. For all I know this could just be another illusion created by him. My bones are dragging my body down. What would it be like if I just ripped them apart..? I can't think. Head clouded over with thoughts I can't get rid of. Why me? Why couldn't it be someone else, like Esmerelda. She deserves this. Not me. The truth hits me in the back, like a bullet. Slowly, my vision clears and I can see through my own eyes again. I look around, at the unfamiliar surroundings. The phone, that holds messages. The plain white wallpaper. The eyes on the floor. The eyes that watch me every second of every hour, that I can't seem to cut out my mind. I unlock the phone on the floor next to me, staring at the bright white screen. Opening the email account, I can see the last message sent.
"I'll miss you." -Elaine Smith, 15/07/27 10:54
Looking further into the inbox, I see another torrent of messages; all of them sent in 2227. Around July, maybe June.
"Hey we're coming over to Pesportua for our birthday!!! Me and all our family are gonna be flying over in an aeroplane!!!!!!! I've never been in one before! Is it cool?? I bet it's cool!!! Anyway, you'd BETTER set up a room for me. The other guys can stay in a hotel, ahaha. From your dear sister ( the favourite one!!)" -Elaine Smith, 27/05/27
"Hey Charl. It's your brother, Devon. Elaine seems really excited to see you! I guess that's nice, she's been in a real mood since you left you know. Maybe you have some sort of twin telepathy? See you soon! (p.s, set me a room? :))" -Devon Smith, 04/07/27
This is my phone. These are my siblings. What did the last message mean, "I'll miss you"? what happened to her? Framed on the plain white wall is a newspaper article. I heave my aching body up off the floor and regain balance. Shuffling over to the article of interest, my heart plummets. "47 confirmed dead after hijacked airline disaster". All I could do was stare in disbelief. Stare blankly at the wall wondering if that was the end of my family's lives. Had I caused this? If I didn't live so far away from them everything would be fine. But it's not. It damn well isn't fine. The eyes glared at me, piercing my body. Breaking me down into pieces. I fall to my knees. Everyone's gone. All of them. Elaine, Devon.. I don't even know who else I murdered. I can't remember a thing about me. Who am I? The eyes are pointing to a window, closed and forbidding. Mould scattered on it. I stumble back onto my feet, forcing my throbbing arm into the floor beneath me. Screaming in pain, my head feeling light from the shock, I manage to push myself onto the wall next to the window. The bones in my right arm are shattered, blood seeps from the multiple wounds inflicted on the crushed limb. My left arm, less damaged, lifts the window, and the cool air on my open arm feels fantastic. I can feel the pounding in my head, the onset of something awful. Climbing out the window, onto the balcony, and onto the thin railing that supposedly keeps accidents at bay. But this is no accident. This is what's going to end my life for good. Once I die I may finally know who I was. No more hallucinations. No more deciphering reality from fantasy. Just plain old nothingness. I lean forward and hold my functioning arm out. One deep breath later and I'm falling. Never to be spoken to ever again. I close my eyes as the howling wind in my ears sends me deaf. My brown hair follows my scalp, and my hat floating far behind. My right arm's blood scattering in the twilight air. Peace at last. I finally know who I am. And just then, my body hits the concrete.
