I glanced down at my outfit. Glamorous horror filled my chest. I was dressed in a black leather jacket, with a black t-shirt, and black snake skin leggings, with black combat boots. Black, black, and black. And more black. Where did I get these clothes? I barely even had any black in my closet.
The sun was setting, and my neighborhood... wait, this wasn’t even my neighborhood. Where was I? Panic seeped in through my chest. Did someone drug me? I made it through the narrow alley.
Suddenly, a guy jumped out of nowhere. He was pretty cute, though. And muscular. And tan. “What the hell are you doing, Heather? We have to evacuate now! It’s the end of the world for goodness sake-”
“I’m not Heather. I’m Mia.” I started.
“No you’re not. You’re Heather. The script says so.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke. What script? He pulled out a bunch of papers from his pocket like he could read my mind. The script? As in a movie script?
“Where the hell am I? And it’s not the end of the world. And who the hell are you? How did I even get in here?” I whispered shakily as I sat down on the cement.
“Follow the script, Heather.” He said quietly.
“This isn’t a movie, whoever-the-hell-you-are, okay?”
“This IS a freaking movie! Gosh! Did you even read the rules before you auditioned for the lead role? The more you don’t follow the script, the more they’re gonna change the storyline so that we suffer! Goddammit.” He shouted in my face.
And finally the missing links of my memory started flooding my brain. The broken TV. Did I... did I... somehow... get sucked into the TV? No. No. Impossible. That was impossible. That could never happen. It was scientifically impossible.
Panic poured into my chest like a little kid pouring milk into a glass.
“Which movie am I in?” I asked sheepishly.
“The End.” He answered.
“No, seriously. What’s the name of the movie we’re in right now?”
“The End. That’s the name. It’s the end of the world. And you just pissed the director off so much he just changed the storyline so that we suffer. If you keep on disobeying the script, we’re gonna die. Want that?”
“How do you know if the director changed the storyline?”
“That red light in the sky signals it.”
I turned my head up towards the purple, pink and orange sky to find a red flashing light in the middle of it all.
I reached into my pocket to find a paper. The Script.
Before I got a chance to read it, the text disappeared and was replaced by new text.
It read: Heather and Dylan are the only two people on earth now. The moon will drop on earth near them any minute.
Dylan sighed and rolled his eyes. “Wow, thank you Heather.”
“What happens if we die?” I questioned as I twirled my sweaty fingers in my hair.
“I don’t know. No one does.” He replied as his narrowed his eyes and glanced down on the sidewalk.”
I never thought I’d say this, but I actually kind of missed my house. And my mom. And my dad.
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The Broken TV
Novela JuvenilMia's seventeen. She's about to clean the attic on the second day of summer. Mostly because of her parents. And the eleven windows she broke when she was drunk. She was going to swipe the dust off the broken TV that's sat there for years, but she's...
