Timed Out

the freezing

Did it ever occur to you how much time we really have on Earth?  Years?  Months?  Days?  Hours?  Minutes?  Seconds?  Time is always passing by with a blink of an eye.  People grow up,  live their own lives.  What do you think would happen if time stopped for everyone, except one person? If everyone was frozen in time, except for one, single person? That thought crosses my mind every day. Because I am that person.

In the year 2039, the whole world stopped. The seasons don't come and it's summer all the time. I've been on my own for 2 years now, all alone. I was seated at the table with my family when it happened. I remember the sound of my mother's voice calling me down for dinner. The smell of spaghetti had found it's way throughout the house. I was in the middle of talking to my mother about her day when she just stopped. I looked to my left and saw my little sister Annabelle with a fork in her mouth. Her eyes were closed, as if she was in the middle of blinking. Our dog that was always roaming around under the table for scraps, was now frozen in a walking position.

I was beyond freaked out. I was petrified. I was scared. I was angry that I didn't know what was going on. I had screamed and had shaken them, trying to get them to move a muscle. My sister hated when you touched her face, so I had put my hands in and on her face, just trying to get a reaction from her. I tried everything. Their pulse was gone. It was like time itself had just stopped. I went outside and across the street to the park. Kids were hanging mid-air on the swings. What happened? I went back into the house and up to my room, getting out a book bag from underneath my bed. I packed clothes, a book, a charger and toiletries. 

I wasn't really thinking at the time. I just had to go. I had to get away. Was it just my town, or was it the whole world? I had no idea what to do after I had walked out the front door. I just walked. I walked until I couldn't anymore. I remember sleeping on a park bench that night. Then waking up in the morning, thinking all of this was just a dream, but it was reality. It was a true nightmare. I just sat on the bench and I cried. I had nothing better to do, so I just sat there. I didn't know what to do. Should I figure out what caused the freeze? Or should I continue walking? So many things were rushing through my mind. Will I ever be able to hear my mom's voice again? What about my sister's? Or Oscar's bark?

I was sixteen when all this happened. I'm eighteen now, and I'm still walking. To where, I don't know. I started in New York and now I'm in Michigan. It's such a pretty sight to watch the sun rise or set. To watch the ripples of water as it reflected the ball of fire. It may be the same time of year all year, but there were still winds and, if I'm lucky, it rains. It reminds me that I'm still alive. That I can move and breath and talk and dance and sing. I'm still searching for that one person that may not be frozen. I always had hope, but it was worthless.

A/N: who do you think is talking?

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