Alone

Chapter 2: A sour ending

As soon as I realised what was going on, I did what anyone would of done. Stand up, turn around, and TRY running away to safety running around like a headless chicken while screaming my lungs out until it hurt. Unfortunately, in this world, there is something called 'clumsy people' and yes. I was one of them. And obviously, I slipped fell, and and nocked my head in between two of the giant boulders. Black out. Silence. I felt nothing. Not even pain. It felt... Peaceful. I knew what was happening somehow. I was taken out to sea. If this was what dying was, well, then it felt way better than it sounded.but that feeling did not last forever. Unexpectedly, all these memories, that were reaching out to me, screaming out my name over and over again, hypnotising me, were immediately taken away from me as I was hauled back to the surface by a strong substance. I didn't know what it was that pulled me out but as soon as my head reached the top of the water my lungs bursted - Collecting as much air as possible - . I looked around, dazzled. I was in the middle of the ocean, almost floating in the air as the tornado carried me with it into his endless roller -coaster  journey. I was carelessly thrown around in the air by the despicable tornado as he continued his way down to unknown places. I desperately kept trying to grasp for something. Anything that would keep me conscious till the end. But the effort was to great. As I turned around to look for an exit, one of the boulders from the beach was flying straight at me. Almost as if it was aiming straight at my face ( yes that was how strong the tornado was!) . I held my arms out I front of me protectively ( as if that was going to help me! ) but there was no way to stop the boulder from crashing into me. It's the end. I thought. I'm dead. Forever. Never to see the earth again... Wait, I DIED before my first concert?! (I know a dumb thought to have when your in a dying situation but hey, I'm still a teenager!) And as the giant rock zoomed over to me I had no time to react before even realising that blood was already dripping down my skull. I immediately felt my eyelids getting heavier than ever and I knew at this right moment that the dead was already waiting impatiently for me to enter their world... 

The memories that were haunting my thoughts were as if they were actually real. And these ones weren't so good lets just put it that way... Popping out of my mind and re-performing them in front of me was just another way to remind me how awful these times were. Maybe it was how the dead greeted their new comers...