When The World Breaks

She is a believer.
She believes that one day the world as we know it will cease to exist, she believes that once that happens everything will go black and quiet. Or maybe everything goes so bright and so loud that even the highest-pitched scream can't be heard or the brightest ray of sunshine or artificial light can't be seen by those below. She believes that there will be warning signs, rivers will overflow, mountains will collapse, storms will tear towns apart will the sun ever so slowly falls apart leaving only the smell of gas and tiny balls of fire.
The news stations will report to the world that a large series of incredible events have occurred and no one has a strong reason why, any sort of evidence why the world seems to be cracking. Why the world seems to be tearing itself apart.
She is a believer.
She believes that one day she will be awoken by a strong hand yelling at her to get up and get moving, along with many others she will be forced into large trucks and taken away. She believes that she is special, and the special people deserve to be acknowledged before the world ends.
She believes that one day she will be awoken and when she is she will feel different because now she is free.
She believes that one day she will be awoken by the wind on her face and the water in between her toes, she will be awoken to water surrounded her, pulling her under.
She believes that it is just destiny, if she is cursed to live a life without adventure or sacrifice or great romances then if the world ends she will watch as other people live her life and see just what it feels like to be a dead flower in a blooming field of colour.