Oblivion

The Day I Knew Would Come/Teaser

AN: first original story! I will try to stay out of your reading experience, but comment and vote to give me feedback! XoxoIzzy

         It all started a couple weeks ago. The attacks weren't frequent. It seemed fake. Seeing things on the news program is different then real life. You hear of a bus disappearing off the face of the earth but it sounds like a crazy conspiracy theory. Unless you see it, it's a choice to believe. Which I didn't. Next thing you know, you watch your neighbor get sucked into an endless vacuum. Or at least that happened to me.
           It now is no longer something you can deny, it is a fact; an empty, cold, cruel, stomach-weighing fact. Not only do you feel helpless to the unstoppable force that consumes everything yet is as invisible as water vapor, but nobody believes you. Oblivion is upon us. And I am helpless.
            I was the witness of a news story about a citizen being sucked into the nothing. As a 17 year old, surely I was just imitating what I had been seeing on national news... A few local loonies believed what I had seen. But that's not really a credible source, is it? I know what I saw, but I have to live in denial. I have to live my life as normal as I can, even though I have looked at the end of everything, in all it's blank entirety.
              School is today, as normal. I have a deep coldness in my abdomen. I know it will come, but nobody will listen. They will believe me, but only when it's too late. I have my rations packed for when it comes. I will run from the oblivion. I will run from what I cannot stop, what nobody can stop. I have sworn off the bus, after now realized I have to believe what I once thought were conspiracies, so I walk to school now. It's only a couple blocks away. My eyes glaze over my surroundings. The trees, clouds, cars, stop signs. My vision flickers to show me these things being stolen by oblivion. I won't stop until I can save them.

"Jazmin! Head up this is a test!" Says my AP science teacher.
"I'm sorry." I blurt absentmindedly.

I can't stop spacing out. It's the last period of the day, but I'm not relieved to go home. Nothing feels relieving anymore. I know that it is coming. The bell rings, only 13 of the 25 test problems done. I put my paper in the tray as I rush to the hallway. I am opening my locker when I heard the first scream.
           What sounded like millions followed. My head jerked up and I dropped my books to the tile. Oblivion had arrived. The steam-like entity gripped its icy claws on the walls, the kids, everything. The cloud looked like notebook scribbles had come to life. Everything in the hallway glistened in my view. It all was sucked into nothing as the cloud of oblivion grew to swallow the ceiling and floors above.
          I have never opened my locker faster. I grabbed my rations bag and joined the herd of kids trying to outrun the inevitable. I heard the screams dying out one by one behind me as my lungs burned. I was running as fast as I could. I felt invincible, so proud I had outrun It. until I felt a steely cold consume my ankle. A weight dropped in my stomach and my eyes widened; it had me. Even though it felt like frozen screws were going into my skin I clenched my eyes shut and pushed myself to keep going. I felt something even colder grab my wrist. I thought it had me for sure. Until I opened my eyes and looked into the harsh gaze of a pale girl with fierce hooded eyes and sharp cut black hair. A girl so beautiful that you couldn't look away, yet couldn't directly stare at because of the sheer force that she radiated from her flesh.
          Oblivion halted in her presence. She pulled me out of the cloud and I crumpled to the floor in a groan of gratitude. I felt the waves of after-adrenaline shock rolling through my veins. I began convulsing and blinking rapidly. I saw the girl begin to shake and rise above the floor, she was mumbling. Her eyes glistened and the oblivion portal closed as she fell abruptly to the ground. My eyes rolled back as we both passed out, cold and numb. We were lucky we got woke before the press came. It would be too much attention to low low if we were labeled as the only survivors of what came to be known as The School Massacre.