It was monday. I had barely woken up. I went around the house seeing what everyone was doing. "Mom? Alan?", I asked. It was then I realized that I was alone.
I searched for a note of some sort to tell me where they went. I found nothing. I cooked breakfast for myself. While eating, I was wondering, " Where could they have went?" I finished up, showered, and got dressed.
I was very bored. It had been 6 hours and they had not returned. My dad was at work, and he would be home soon. I waited an hour and no one arrived. It was 5 o'clock and I was begining to worry.
It wasn't the first time I was left alone. The thing that bothered me was that they were gone for that long. I decided to just visit a neighbor.
I went to Abraham's house. Maybe he could keep me company. I knocked on the door. I waited. No one answered. I didn't get it. Both of his cars were home so I was clueless on where he could've went either. I didn't talk to any other neighbors, but I decided to find out if they were gone too.
Door after door, no one answered. It was as if the entire neighborhood was playing a prank on me. I went home bummed out and tried to forget about it.
Being alone sucks. You feel like there is something missing. All I did was play guitar, eat, and sleep. After 3 days I was begining to go insane.
I started to imagine things. I began seeing abnormal things. I started to hear voices in my head. I talked to myself all day.
It was on Friday that I finally noticed the bright side of my situation. No one was there. I could do anything I wanted. I checked in the garage and the car was full on gas.
I had never learned to drive, but it's never too late to start. I got in the car, put the key in the ignition, and drove.
I never knew that driving could be this fun. There was no law to stop me. I drove to the local Walmart. It was alone.
I entered the store. I had a strange feeling about being in there. So many things, and there was nobody to stop me from taking them.
I grabbed a bat from the sport section and began to smash everything in there. All the destruction was amusing. It made me forget about everyone being gone.
I took the things i had always wanted. I also stocked up on food. I went home excitedly talking to myself about all the things I would do.
At home, I began to use my new computers, consoles, and ipods. I was amused for a while, but then I snapped back into reality. I just remembered that I was still alone.
I broke down in tears. Will anything ever be the same? I was in a depression.
I still had no idea where everybody had left. I had tried to ignore the fact that everybody had left, but that only caused me more pain. Are they ever gonna return?
I continued through sorrow. Day and night, I would stay waiting for any sign of life besides me.
A month had passed. I was completely insane. My best friend was another of my multi-personalities. My house was a mess. It looked like a warzone.
I was a disaster. I had not showered in weeks. I lacked propper nutrition. I had not seen a living face in a long time, and I needed someone to talk to besides myself.
I couldn't take it anymore. Life had no meaning anymore. I realized that everyone was wiped off of the planet somehow. I would be alone forever. I grabbed my father's old shotgun.
I sat down on the kitchen table. I held the gun to my head. My finger was on the trigger. I trembled in fright, yet I knew it was the right thing to do. It was my only solution. I pulled the trigger.
