JAX'S POV
Earth is a planet. And may I add, a pretty boring one. I had always been fascinated in space and the fact that there could be other life forms out there, that I sort of lost interest in the place that was already broken and ruined. That place is Earth. No one cares about space or other planets and beings anymore. I mean I wouldn't blame them. Everyone is struggling to survive as it is. Humans are traumatizing and scaring themselves. We don't know if we actually exist or not, let alone know what existing even is. It kills us.
Literally.
On Earth, if humans think about it for too long, they end up going insane and ending their lives afterwards. We need our proof of existence soon or else the human race will be gone. You would think that our physical bodies and intelligence would be enough evidence, but for all we know those could be illusions. But then again there is nothing much anyone can do anyway, as a lot of humans are too afraid to step out of their own house knowing that their existence is still and quite possibly, never to be determined. My father had suffered from this and it was terrible. I don't remember him because he died before I was born, but whenever I'd look at pictures of him all I could see would be his tired, droopy eyes. My mom had said that he wouldn't speak for weeks, or do anything at all except stare into space. A year after he ended his life, I was born. My mother hasn't been the same since his death. Well, at least I think she's not the same, I wasn't there before he died to tell the difference. But she never smiles or laughs. I had never seen her happy. I'd always hear sobs late at night coming from her room. I always try to talk to her but it never works. She never speaks to me. Or to anyone. I think she's starting to question human existence like my dad did. She seems to be having less and less emotion. Whenever I do hear her voice, which is rarely, she always speaks with a monotone. It scares me.
I'm old enough to live alone but I feel like if I leave her world would be torn apart even more then it already is, if that's possible. I think that's why I'm so interested in other worlds and beings.
They distract me from my own.
I am quite lonely. Interacting with other people is quite hard because most of the time everyone is suffering. But this is normal. The only reason that I'm not suffering is because I have my distractions. But there are still people in the world who aren't suffering from this. That's what gives everyone the slightest bit of hope.
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I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm. I groaned loudly while getting up out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. After getting ready, I walked downstairs into the kitchen and greeted my mom with a smile. She just looked back at me with an emotionless face, as usual. Nothing but the sound of the silverware against the glass plates filled the air for a few minutes until I finished my breakfast and left for school.
As I pulled into the mostly empty school parking lot I had noticed that I was almost late for class so I rushed. I walked into the classroom to see the same ten students. The amount of students that attended my school was quite low because of all of the suffering going on. Almost no one had time for human interaction anymore.
I sat at my desk and got all the materials I needed for that class. It was pretty boring. While the teacher rambled on and on I just watched the clock, eager to get to my next class which was science. There were never any assignments but it allowed me to just immerse myself in space, which was all I thought about nowadays. When the bell rang, I was already packed and walked quickly passed the other kids to science. When I got there, I let out a huge breath of relief that I didn't know I was keeping in. In this class there were only four other kids and they were all suffering as well. They wouldn't do anything except sit and stare at nothing. I had tried talking to them once but they wouldn't even acknowledge my presence. The teacher, Ms. Allen, would do the same as them. Since then, I would just get the textbook on space from the back cupboard and read it while taking careful notes.
Living in this sad excuse of a world made me want to leave. Or disappear from it. Ever since I was eleven years old, I had this plan to turn my mom's old Volkswagen into a mode of transportation to get to a different planet that had life. In my textbooks, it mentioned that there was a planet that did not have a name but looked as if it was inhabited by other beings much like humans and could still be used for the same purpose. It might sound crazy but I plan to go there. My mom doesn't know about this plan but even if I told her, I think she would have the same reaction as always which was to stare at me blankly. I don't think she cares anymore. There is nothing left on this world for me to explore or be happy about. I can't keep living like this. I don't want to be someone who eventually ends up dead because of the fear of not existing. I need to not only explore, but help Earth. I need answers.
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