As I headed down the m1 I still felt like I was being watched. I kept telling myself that it's impossible. That I was the only one left but the feeling wouldn't go away. It was like I was being followed. Haunted in fact. I carried on walking towards absolutely nowhere. As the day grew dark I looked for somewhere to sleep there looked as if there were a few houses nearby. I approached the houses with a rock in my hand. This was the best part. Breaking in without having to face punishment. I threw the rock as hard as I could and watched as the glass shattered into teeny tiny shards right below my feet. I climbed in and looked for a bedroom. I was tucked in about ten minutes later. As I fell asleep I realised: being the only person left is like a fear of the dark, your not worried of being alone your worried of not being alone. It's quite sad actually. Realising that nobody expected it. Nobody realised that they'd all be gone that their last moments would be settling down to sleep. Dream their last dream. "I wonder what happened" that's something I wonder on a regular basis. It's been 2 years now since they all disappeared. The humans. It all happened on may 14th. I ran downstairs. Expecting to see my family eating breakfast but they'd gone. just like that. Gone. I arrived at school as usual but nobody was there either. I just accepted the fact I was alone from now on. Forever. Seems like just a word forever. Like as if it's meaning isn't it's meaning. As if forever will end but even if you think about it hard enough you couldn't figure out how long forever really is even if your the smartest a human being can get. It's impossible. Speaking of smart does this mean I'm actually the smartest thing alive right now. Woah. I'm the smartest person alive. Cool.
