The Inevitable

This is it, my last moments. Their last moments. The metal birds sore over us. We cannot be saved, not now. It would have been impossible. We are alone.

As it falls, I notice how slow it looks. How slow over 900 mph looks. They said this would end quick, they said we would not even see it fall so majestically, so hypnotising. It is these things as it is strange to look at your own fate, your own destiny, your own death as it falls...miles away, just waiting to be rid of you.

As it falls so slow, I thank it for giving me time to think. The others bellow do not appreciate the time as much as I do. They run and scream, tumbling over one another like animals. Fools. They cannot escape this. They must value the things they live for, their children, their possessions, their elders, their home, their love for each other...their life. By wasting their last moments running from something faster that them, they will always have that regret as they wonder this land as just a continence, they will think of the small time they had left to say goodbye. Wasted, passed, that moment would never come again. As for me, do I have anything to be thankful for, to live for, to say goodbye to for the last time? No. I have no children, no possessions, no elders, no home, no love for anyone. No life.

As it falls, I sit, wait. Ha, I have nothing to fear. I have no regrets. They do. I take a sip from my bottle. It tastes different now to how it used to, watery and sour, horrid. I squeezed my eyes together frowning in a pained expression as it trickles down my thought, burning as it goes down to whatever part of my anatomy it wishes to go.

As it falls I realise, no one is going to remember me, nor these people bellow. I will no longer have a name, not that it is known, but a number. Judgeing by the amount of people there are it will be in the tens of thousands. There will be no grave yard, no funeral, no care for those who die for no reason. We will just be another news report that lasts two minuets and in only few weeks will be forrgotten. But the people are already forgotten.

As it falls, I realise we have no control over this. We had no choise but to die for no reason, oh so suddenly. We are told that this is a free countery, 'there are endless possiblilties and choise for your long lives' they lied to us. I had no choise but to be here, if fate gave me a choise, I would not be thinking these thoughts, hearing these things and breathing this air. No. I would be nowhere near here. I would let no one be here, if I had choise. They tell us, 'You could find the cure for cancer', buthow are we supposed to do this when we are told that we are breaking the econamy by buying a loaf of bread as they sit on their thrones of gold.

As it falls, I ask myself if it was all worth it. The hurt, pain and misery that life brought. Yes. It was worth it. The things I have seen and the people I have met. It was worth it for the memories, as memory is more valuable than money. Memory is life. Without our memory we are a different person every second and will know no one. Without memory, the world is a lonely dull place. Nothing new is ever made as we cannot remember what we planed or want to plan. This thought brought me peace. I was ready.

As it hit the ground, I widened my eyes. There was an almighty boom and the ground shook with fury as the dense cloud made it into the sky above us. It glowed a menacing, fiery orange as it burned internally for some time. Then it folded into what looked like a mushroom and soared further into the sky. It was strangely beautiful, a worthy last memory.

Black.