The silence

May 3rd 2020 3:27

I'm not someone to believe in all this 'end of the world' rubbish and a meteor subsequently wiping out our total existence. I mean, just look at all the times it was supposed to happen and we're still here. Aren't we?

Today was just another one of those times. A group of global warming crazed scientists somewhere thought they would mention the end of the world and send everyone into a crazed frenzy. It happened to be all everyone was talking about in this boring anatomy class. Whilst all I could focus on was the migraine slowly creeping up on me in the back of my eye sockets. Glancing outside the clouded single pane windows, I could see the sky was the same colour of grey it usually always was in the winter months here in England and I sighed to myself, praying the rain would hold off in time for me to get home. Looking at the clock I still had another 20 minutes till the bell went and I could finally leave, and as usual, I would sit there and count down the seconds till it did. I wasn't even worried about getting an education. I knew I wouldn't need it.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound I had been deeply craving for the last hour. I slowly pulled on my black jacket and threw my tote bag on my shoulder and made my way out of the building. As I got outside I noticed it was extremely windy; my hair being swept across my face, and the sky was a rather strange dark grey colour almost black in parts. I could hear quiet snaps of thunder in the distance and small flashes of lightning. I could then feel the light, steady drops of rain on the edge of my lashes and I tried to hurry home so I wouldn't get caught in the storm. My mind snapped back to this morning not remembering seeing this on the weather forecast.

I had just gotten through my front door when the rain really started to lash down. I removed my boots, shrugged of my jacket, and made my way into the kitchen when I saw a note on the counter.

"Me and dad have popped out to town quick will be back around 8 dinners in the fridge love mum x".

That meant I had about 5 hours to myself before they got back. I decided to change into some pyjamas and maybe get on with whatever homework I'd been set today to get it out of the way. I walked up to my room and changed into a pair of track suit bottoms and sports bra and slouched down onto my bed with a loud sigh. I caught sight of outside my bedroom window and noticed how dark the sky had turned, and the streams of water flowing across the pothole covered roads. This storm was starting to get really bad, and I just prayed to myself that my parents would make it back safely. I then laid back down onto my bed and subconsciously decided sleep was a better alternative than crappy homework.

***

I was suddenly awakened from the deep sleep I was in by a huge bang and crashing around me. I thought the house had collapsed on top of me, and there was this terribly high-pitched noise ringing in my ears. I clamped my hands on either side of my head and looked out of what was left of my bedroom window, the glass shattered onto the floor into a fine dust, to look for signs of what was happening when I felt the house start to shake more and more violently. Pictures were falling off the walls, books were falling from the shelves. The doors throughout the house were banging and slamming shut. Parts of the ceiling were starting to fall. I knew what was happening, the same thing happened when I was younger, and I was staying at my aunt's house down south. It was an earthquake. And a bad one at that. I ran as fast as I could down my stairs when the walls suddenly started to collapse, almost sending me flying down the steps. I frantically searched for my parents, but no one was home. I was screaming, shouting for someone, but no one answered. I ran for the house phone only to find the lines were completely out. I was knocked to the floor by falling rubble, my head flying against the cabinet. A gut-wrenching scream ripped from my dry throat as I reached up to my head and felt the slow trickle of blood coursing from the cut. Everything was shaking and collapsing around me, and I was too scared and in shock to move my legs and run and the streams of tears down my cheeks were only getting heavier. And just like that my vision blurred and I felt myself fading away.