The End

Hell On Earth

Before the collapse of the entire world, I thought hell only existed in stories. People just making things up to scare the living about what may happen if they die and are unworthy of something better.  My perspective changed when hell came upon earth.

Only in the matter of a decade, the world was able to change immensely. What the world was before what I call "The End" is a distant memory that only comes in pieces. I'm one of the lucky ones who remember some of the beauties of life before.

The beginning of the end happened when creatures from other worlds fell down to ours. Humans back then couldn't bear with the fact that we were occupied by creatures we didn't understand and that's when we revolted against eachother. Mass panic came upon the human species starting a pandemic that became the very end of our own species as we knew it.

The creatures were capable of technologies that were foreign to our nation. Elements of great power that if used by the wrong hands could be extensively destructive.

Well as it plays out that technology was never in the correct hands from the start. The moment the beings descended on earth, their belongings were seized by individuals in great power. With the technology in their hands, it meant only our downfall.

Most don't remember what those in power were capable of because they had taken away any memories of it. Erased from all of history for what we thought would be forever.

Fragments of the past came to me in my dreams. Pieces only long enough to tell me that we weren't alone in this universe. Then one night everything came back to me in an eruption of knowledge. I knew everything about creatures from the cosmos and what they brought coming down to our own world.

I was ridiculed by those closest to me. Sent away because what I knew, no one else did. I thought I was alone in my thinking until I wasn't.

A year after we were visited by foreign invaders, I started connecting to those who shared the same thoughts I possessed. All sent away because of what we knew. To others, we were insane or frightening. Not capable of being with those we loved. And deemed "the mad" by society.

Groups of "the mad" started to form, planning a revolution that will end up being the match to light the fire that is "The end." We didn't know it at the time that revolting will bring hell to us all. We just wanted to prove that we were not mad.

The antidote that we were able to uncover would bring back the memories of what occurred just a year before. Prove to society that "the mad" was actually not the name that was given to them.

The antidote we created was given to a small group of those closest to us. Once it was given to them, they were able to spread it like a virus. It spread across the entire human race bringing memories of the past along with it. The government issued a national lockdown but it was too late. People knew the reality of what actually they were keeping from us.

The memories flooding back to individuals who forgot, made them go insane. They were betrayed by the very ones they were supposed to trust. Crazed civilians started riots and protests of how this betrayal outraged the public.

In a matter of time, the antidote that infected society brought along side effects that were detrimental to human civilization.

The plague that came along with the cure caused the mass wipeout of the human race. The only ones left were "the mad" and the one's who kept the secret in the first place. All our loved ones removed from the earth and burned into ash. The ones we tried to save were the ones we destroyed. Not having anyone left, alone all over again.

Soon, the memories of those around me started to fade. It was now three years since the beginning. I can't begin to understand why now the memories that came back we're again being erased.

This time was different than before however. Structures started to collapse and fires had begun to spread across the nation. We were still in lockdown, not permitted to leave the property that was given to us after the wipeout of the rest of the human race. Given only enough supplies to keep us alive but not even remotely comfortable. It was the end.

Years had passed and I'm still where I was seven years before. From where I was, I could see the fires that lit the ground. No people could ever be seen by another. Alone, in complete solitude. The only way I could explain what I am seeing is hell on earth.

What started only ten years ago in 2020 was the downfall of the human race. Even though I didn't mean to bring it upon us, I helped light the fuse. I had lost everything.

The memories of before faded with time and I couldn't find peace with my life. There was no heaven for me or escape from what was brought here. I only had myself and that wasn't enough. Everything was gone and wiped away from existence. Maybe in the future, there is a possibility of regaining the beauties we had before, but I won't be around to see it.

I found the pills that I had stored away and took every last one of them. I can't be saved from what I created and it's my turn to leave. The rest of society didn't even get the choice to leave. I drift away and become one of the many to be erased from existence.