When you think of a apocalyptic scenario you think of being alone, scared, starving, losing everyone right?
Well long story short it's not like that at all for me it's stuck in a room with this anti-social person who I hardly know his name and somehow we're alive odd stuff i know
The other person sort of strange they just stare at walls for a solid period of time before moving onto another one. And don't talk at all mainly just giving me small nods or waves if I'm lucky
But no bother to me I'm pretty anti-social and just thinking about life before all this surprisingly enough the lights and water still work somewhat in this place we're in and there's food so I say we're set
Despite not liking him much i can't help but wanna try and talk to him not sure if he'll response maybe one day.
We've been in this room for roughly 50 days kinda hard to tell without seeing the sun neither of us talk just go about daily things sleeping, drinking, eating, and apparently for him staring at walls while crouching
Strange roomate indeed.
I'm not the biggest artist out there per say but apparently he is I decided to look at the walls one day and well lets just say he wasn't staring he found a pencil I guess and made small doodles that could've been considered masterpieces well at least to me
He seemed to pefer drawing nature and stars since the walls provided me with the look of mushrooms, trees, flowers, the sunny sky (which I almost forgot what it looked like I'm shocked he remembered), the night sky, and the stars they seemed to be his favorite since there were about 30 drawings of the stars while the others had about 20 each maybe?
Then i stumbled across a mini girl with brown hair in a ponytail finished with a green ribbon glasses resting on her face a traditional school uniform and bandage on her cheek
It was undoubtly me the bandage made it clear enough
Most people would and i probably should've been creeped out but it explained the shy glances while he was drawing and it was good art and very detailed. beside it said the one I'm stuck with and a added she's very pretty :) which was cute in my opinion
I glanced over and noticed a patch of black and got to my feet faster then you could say 'holy shit the cute boy I'm sharing a room with caught me staring at his drawings fuck me' I gave a small wave "hey" I offered trying to start something that didn't revolve around the drawing
He offered a small wave back "sorry" he whispered and I got even more confused why was he sorry? "For what?" He pointed to the drawing his hair slightly covering his eyes I shook my head quickly and waved my arms around like a idiot
"Nah it's fine!"
He gave me a weird glance "okay"
I gave it a chance as he turned to walk back to his room
"You're a good artist"
He stopped and I was sure for a moment this sweet guy was gonna slap me square in the face because his facial expression was not a happy one his eyebrows were furrowed his mouth turned into a even more noticeable frown but his head was tilted in confusion "good?" I nodded slowly "yeah really good" I smiled and he returned one which had to be the cutest thing ever
He gave me another wave and returned to his room finally without any interruptions from me.
When you think of a apocalyptic scenario you think of being alone, scared, starving, losing everyone right?
Well long story short it's not like that at all for me it's being stuck in a room for around 60 days with a cute anti-social artist boy whose name I still don't know and we're alive some how
Some may think my situation is odd, hopeless, saddening, impossible to stand and everything else awful to say but it's a bit more bearable when you can finally talk to the other person and get to see doodles on the wall of stars, nature, and me
It does suck but why not try and look on the good side? I'm stuck with a cute boy jab running water plenty of food (he doesn't eat much) I have a lifetime of dvds to watch entertainment that included the walls small conversations with the cute boy (I gotta learn his name)
Do i miss my family? Yes
Do i hate the fact that the world is ending as I'm writing this? Who wouldn't?
Do I notice way to much? Yep
Am I half tempted to try and remember what exactly is causing the world to end? Yeah
Will I? No
So long story short I'm a girl stuck in a two bedroom apartment (I think it's one anyway) with a boy both of us have no memories I can't remember what the sun looks like now I have to rely on his drawings (which can be inaccurate) and I don't know who i am really but I'm trying to just survive what is belived by many to be the end of the world or the "apocalypse" (according to some newer newspapers in the apartment) and that's all
My name's Regan I can't remember anything i had a family before this the world might be ending I'm 15 I like anime I hate loud sounds romance is one thing i understand I may be the only survivor other then this boy and that is all I can tell you i can't tell you why the world is ending or how it's ending or why I'm in this apartment and can't remember anything or who he is and why he's here your gonna be as confused as me during this entire process so welcome to my novel of what happens.
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My hands hurt and I blame political stuff <3
