[GREGVAN] "Just me, and you..?"

"Alone again, huh."

Sat he was, alone on the cold floor.

'Have I aged yet? What day is it?' The lonely boy asked himself, he'd shed tears and pray for at least someone, something.

But... Nothing. He'd wake up alone, take a stroll outside but not a peep would he heard.

He'd ball his eyes out until he could no longer, until his head ached. Though, no hope was lost. He kept on praying, even if it felt like there was no Jesus nor God anymore, he prayed and prayed.

He'd be on his knees for so long it hurt to stand and walk. He didn't know how to cook and the food he had had gone old, starve himself he must.

But he didn't like that idea. He took a stroll in the heat, panting and sweating while checking another food shop.

Nothing. Nothing but green and brown stains alongside mold.

No fly to be seen though.

Oh how lucky his boy was. Never again will he wish to be left alone.

It's not his fault, no. Everyone prays to be left alone, thing is, he only wanted the bullying and hateful words to stop.

Nothing else.

He never wanted this. But, he acknowledges that you don't always get what you want and that's how life runs, with cruelty and such unfairness it might seem unreal.

"God, oh god. Today I pray for the same. I cleaned my house, ate food and studied. I do these things for you, my lord. You saved us- me- us.. M-me once, please... Please, do it again." He'd cry.

No hope is lost.

Though he is alone.

EVAN'S POINT OF VIEW:
11:30pm.

My knees ache as well as my pounding headache but that doesn't matter.

I stand, my knees shaking while I slowly lifted a frail, pale arm to wipe my tears.

I dragged my feet to my room, the floorboards creeking was the only think I please. I used to hate them, now, they are one of the many objects that actually make noise. Funny cause I sometimes find myself talking to it.

I sat on my bed and opened a book, the Bible, going to read it over again for my one hundred, fifty-secondth time.

I hum a small tone to have some noise.

5:29am

I felt my eyes grow heavy so I read the final pages quickly before laying down to do this all over tomorrow...

12:00pm

I woke up to bangs, talking, laughing, yelling and singing. Everything I wanted to hear all at once. I pinch myself but nothing.

I ran downstairs with a smile. "People!" I cried. "Oh how happy-" I opened my once closed eyes and saw people but they seemed off. They looked like aliens.

I frowned. "It's... Not real.." I rubbed both my eyes, removing my hands to see them all gone.

I felt like crying.

But I couldn't cry.

I have no tears left to cry, anymore.

So, instead, I told anyone who was just as alone as me. Just as lost and sad...

"Alone again, huh."
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Short chapter coz I dunno what else to do. This story is probably only gunna be short chaps so I hope you don't mind that, I js wanted to give y'all smth coz I hate having people wait yrs for a simple thing, again, sorry!

I also made this bcs of an idea w my sister acting like the world was full of those red bugs and that one person sucked up their dead bodies but also ended up sucking the world up so everyone was stuck in water but they sucked that up too leaving us in lava which killed everyone but the person w the vacuum because they-last minute- put the water n world back so they were the only one alive.

Filler(?) srryyy

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