The Day Time Ended

Chapter Two.

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I do not believe in heaven. Nor do I believe in God or Satan. But I do believe in angels and Devils. I believe in hell. Why is it I only believe in those three things, and not all five? Because I have seen those three things. I have witnessed the beautiful purity of angels, and the pain that comes along with Devils. And I have seen hell. This earth is hell. And don't try to convince not,  because I might lose my mind for the last and final time.
This earth is hell because if it wasn't, wouldn't we feel no pain? Humans suffer everyday, no matter what. No matter who we are and what our circumstances, we will be unhappy in some odd way. You can't disagree. I know you have felt some suffering everyday. Whether it be your memories haunting you., or something beating you.
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I gripped Luna tight as my bag was thrown uncaringly into the trunk of the old fashioned car. The stranger let out a puff of cigar smoke as he climbed into the front seat of the car. I closed my eyes and nuzzled them into Luna's soft black fur, letting her familiar sent seep into my nostrils. Luna was the only one in my life who hasn't left me. And the only one who I fear of leaving me.
Underneath me I feel the car start to rumble. I don't know where this car is going take me. But just as the "routine" goes, I'll find myself in a new car, with a new stranger. The only difference? It will be that I will have the same feeling I get every time this happens. Unknown.

"Do ya want a pillow?" The man asked me in a worn out voice that tells me that cigar of his certainly isn't his first. I look towards the rear view mirror, and meet his eyes through the reflection. They're grey, and hold barely and soul in them. I wonder what this man has been through. I notice old scars that are hardly noticeable due to the way his skin wrinkles with old age. But soon enough I turn my head to the window, dismissing his question. He grumbled, and turned his full attention back to the road. I looked back to the rear view mirror for a moment, and see nothing but my own reflection this time. You could see it in my face. I wanted that pillow. I want to lay my head down and get some rest. Let the old rattly car rock me to sleep. The old man probably wonders why I turned down the pillow, to the both of us, it's no secret that I would've loved to rest my head. But what is a secret to that old man is that I can't sleep in this car. I have to watch the road, and the landscape around me. I have to map every inch of this land so that one day when every one else finally gives up on me, I'll know my place around. Every cave, every road, every town, every edible plant or water hole. I know all too well that one day there won't be anymore old beater cars driven by odd people to take me to new homes. One day it will just be me, Luna, and our legs.

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My fingers nuzzle into Lunas fur. She rolled over, granting me access to rub her belly. I feel her ribs, and other bones that shouldn't be felt. My eyes meet Lunas, and I calm down. Her eyes tell me that she's okay, and not hungry. But just like I am, she must be starving. I reach towards my feet and lift up my small bag. Inside I shuffle around until I feel a little clothe that inside holds a little bit of cheese. Lunas little nose twitches as the scent of the cheese hits her senses, and despite what her eyes told me a moment ago, she rolls back over and stands up. I broke off a bit of the cheese and held it in my palm until Luna finished it. "There you go, happy breakfast" I whisper quietly, even though it's dark outside and most people have probably eaten dinner, It's breakfast for us.

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The car came to a stop in the dead of night. I ignored it until the old man asked me a muffler question. I lifted my heavy head from Lunas warmth to meet his gaze. The man lifted an eyebrow at me, and I copied him. My eyebrow lifted cockily at him, as if saying "what?". "We're out of gas." I guess this was supposed to surprise me, but it didn't really. I was used to this happening. I just waited for him to repeat the actual question. "Did you finally get some shut eye?"
I stared blankly at him. I didn't really sleep. Just thought. The old man grumbled, "guess not" and tired back facing the road ahead. I could hear his foot taping on the floor of the car as he lit a fresh cigar. After he let out a few puffs of smoke, "say, you've been watching the road this whole time," he began, looking at me through the rear view mirror once again, "where about was the last town?"

"Three miles back" I answered looking away. He let out another puff of smoke, and smiled a bit, "brilliant."
"How old are ya, ya seem sharp as a knife?"
To me, age is just another way to measure time. A tool to scare people about what appropriate for them, and to tell them that they're closer to their death. I'm not six years old. If I must mention my age, I'll say young. I don't want to fear my death. Whether I be six or 83, I will be young, not old. The word "old" is another word used to scare people by telling them that they are running about if time, when really your in the moment. If your42 years, your not old. Your basically a newborn. If you look at the spam of time compared to how old you are, no matter how old you become, you'll still be a child. Age is just another rule made by the human race. If your 100 or one, you'll still be young. Age is just a way to control you.

"I'm six years young."
"SIX?!" The man stammered. I don't think it was all that surprising, but he was shocked. The old man recollected himself, "a six year old genius, eh?" I ignored the "old" part, and nodded my head. "Well, do ya reckon it's a good idea to go out t'dere and fetch some gas?"
I really wasn't sure. It's below zero degrees out there, if you don't have the right clothing (which this man does not) you could get frost bite. "You don't have proper clothing," I murmured, just loud enough for him to hear it. I looked away when I heard him shuffling in his seat. "Well you look pretty well dressed, and I will manage, additionally I don't know the way. You're comin' with me, darlin'"
My head sprung up, I was surprised, I didn't think he would make me go! "Go on, out of the car!"
I obeyed the old man, and stepped outside into the cold winters night. I put Luna into my jacket, in attempt to keep her warm, but I could still feel her shivering. I too was cold. It was way below zero at this point.
"Alright" the old man huffed "let's get a move on".

And so we did. The time we spent walking, I hadn't a clue. I had no idea of what time it was, or how much time had passed. I couldn't see my surroundings, I could hardly see my own feet.

"Stop." The old man whispered from behind me, his voice husked, but low and very quiet. I slowed, but didn't stop, if we stopped our body temperature would drop. "S-Stop!" He said a again, a little louder. He stuttered though, the cold was getting to him. But I did stop, not really because of him telling me to, but because something deep down inside told me to. Things were not right here.
The silence around me was engulfing. And it lasted for a while, I didn't know what was going on, but I knew something was wrong.
But then I heard his voice, screaming with fear and desperation. And my own heartbeat lit up inside my head, pounding painfully loud.
After his scream, I heard the loud bang. A gun shot. And suddenly I knew things weren't right, I just didn't know why. Fire lit up around me, as I looked back and saw the old mans body fall to the ground. My legs sprinted far away.

It's in these moments in life that make you who you are. They are like sharp knifes, and even though they may cause great pain and suffering, they form your being and shape your soul. Some people die undefined. They lived a sheltered life. Others die being too define. It's not our choice in life. We just take whatever hits us, and eventually we die coping, or die trying. That's how humans are. And that's why we are in hell. Because this is all one big test. Can we survive?
In moments like these, as one finally died trying to cope, and the other runs away with just a little hope, that we realize everyday is a downward slope. We must just find the right path, and soon maybe soar like a kite.