Antonio Orta was a smart kid that went to a normal school and lived a normal life. He would wake up at 6:00 AM, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush his teeth, comb his hair, and was dropped off at school by his parents by 8:00 AM. He would get out of school at 2:30 PM and take the school bus to his house. He would get home at 3:30 PM, do his homework, study for any upcoming exams, play a video game with his friends, and get ready for bed. He goes to sleep only to wake up and repeat the whole process. This is the average 7th grader's life. However, something happened the next day. It was something that completely changes Antonio's life.
The next day, Antonio would wake up at 6:00 AM, except that he wasn't really awake. Antonio was fully aware of his normal routine, however, he felt stunned. He couldn't feel any part of his body. He couldn't even move his head down to see his feet. He was confused. He thought for a long time about what could possibly be happening to him. He was blind and paralyzed, or so he thought, because all he could see was darkness. Most importantly, Antonio couldn't breathe and was in excruciating pain.
Antonio spent exactly 5 years like this, which is also equal to 60 months, 261 weeks, 1,825 days, 43,800 hours, 2,628,000 minutes, 157,680,000 seconds, or 157,680,000,000 milliseconds. This was an unimaginably long amount of time to be completely conscious. Of course, time was as impossible to tell in this state as it was irrelevant. None of this mattered to Antonio because, in this state, time flies like an arrow and is easily reduced to meaningless numbers. Antonio didn't care about his current state because he had now accepted it. Antonio's consciousness was weathered away until he was a tiny stain on the face of the earth and he became no one. His parents never found him, and they eventually gave up looking for his corpse and moved on with their lives. All of them were wondering what really happened to poor Antonio and were as bewildered as he was.
Eventually, the everlasting pain he endured day after day felt like tickles. The hours flying by in his massively warped mind were melted away to the size of grains of sand. Antonio eventually assumed that he was dead and that he was in either hell, heaven, or purgatory. He didn't really care because, wherever he was, he certainly knew that it was the end. That is what he decided to call that dreadful place, "The End". Not once during that time did he ever think that he would ever see the light of day again.
Antonio had a new routine. He would stare hopelessly into that abyss that he would call "The End". He wouldn't forget, move, or sleep. He didn't age because he no longer had a body, or so he thought. His emotions and his feelings rotted away as fast as a banana peel would in broad daylight. He was immortal in this place he called "The End". The one sentence that kept running on and on in his head was the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end...! He thought about all of this, but was smart enough to know that a place like this can only be theoretical, but yet, so is God. Antonio kept telling himself that a place like this can either be a prison or a figment of his imagination. Maybe this was all a dream, maybe his entire life was a lie, and maybe he'll wake up and all of this madness will end. All Antonio knew for sure was that he could never grow impatient again.
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