The End.

      The world has not been the same sense it happened. What everyone always wanted, now has become a reality. Some people love it, for those of course that believe it's true. I still do not know what to believe, but that does not mean that I have not made up my mind. There is no way I can go, there is no way I can leave everything behind, I am going to stay. 

      Death and suicide, once something feared, something that was studied and misunderstood is now a part of the life cycle, part of evolution, a stage that every human must go through. Evidence, something meant to show the truth, be the one thing that beyond all shadows of doubt make something fact. Evidence is something we now have. 

      A plane flying a group of worry-free passengers hit some high winds and got blown off route; this is where it all started. Flying miles and miles, communications down, the fuel beginning to deplete, the pilot came over the speakers saying he saw a small island he thought he could make a safe landing on.   They did not know where they were, but the whole world now knows exactly where they were. They were going right through the Bermuda Triangle. The plane began to shake violently. The pilot stormed the radio telling everyone to sit tight, "they have just hit some turbulence which would be over shortly". A worried passenger turned on his camcorder and started getting it all on film. What he saw changed the world. The recovered footage shows them entering the Bermuda Triangle, misty haze clouding anything from sight for a split second and then it appears, a glimpse at another world. It shows bright smiling faces, people dancing on golden streets, all free from everything, no worries, no problems, just peace. This is the reason why people disappear in the Bermuda Triangle, it isn't some sort of science trick, it isn't aliens. They see it, they see the truth, the short glimpse at what is to come and they leave. The plane crashes, everyones wanting to die, everyones wanting to move on to the next step in their lives, all smiling faces,  waiting for the new stage of evolution, waiting to ascend. 

      I go to the living room and sit down on the couch, my dad sitting next to me.
  

      "It's almost time Eve," he says.
      "I know," I say, scared, yet anxious. 

      Everyone in the world is meant to ascend. Ascend is a word used to make it not sound so much like committing suicide, but more of just a stage of life, kind of like puberty, it's just another stage of life. A program we have created helps people in other countries move on to this new stage of life. The program isn't much more than bombs going off, killing everyone and everything, destroying the world, oh wait, I mean "ascending the world". 

      All the stations on the television are off, except for a few news stations looping the same footage of the plane over and over. It shows the people the truth, the place where we go when we die, finally proven. It shows the high winds, and the dark clouds, the raging waters, and the lighting—filled sky. And then it happens, the plane starts to shake, the mist sets and then slowly clears, then glimpse of footage that changed the world comes into focus, people dancing, bright sunshine, golden streets, no fear, no pain, everything perfect, everyone at peace. 

      My dad looks at his watch and back at me. We only have twelve minutes left until it is time to ascend. Most people have already left, my mom and brother last week, we are one of the only families left in the city, if not the state. Everyone after hearing the news left in a hurry, driving their cars into rivers, jumping out of their twentieth story apartment buildings, everyone with a big smile on their face, wanting to leave as fast as possible and start their new life pass the Bermuda Triangle. 

      The plane was found an estimated week after the crash, the plane along with the footage washed up on shore somehow, like it was meant to be, and we were meant to know.

      The process of ascension is still not an exact science, and by exact science, I don't mean anything having to do with science. The government is planning to have everyone leave, and then they will ascend themselves. They figure that if everyone on planet earth ascends and moves to the new stage of evolution at the same time, then this stage of evolution, the "earth" stage of evolution, will be skipped. No one will have to come to earth and deal with the hardships that we deal with on an every day basis. My dad and I have made plans to ascend at 6:00, probably only 8 minutes away by now. He looks up at me. I am twiddling my thumbs and thinking to myself. I must appear really nervous; I know I am really nervous at least. He shoots me a comforting smile. 

      On the table, next to my dad are our tools for ascension, little red pills free from practically any store, what good is it for them to charge anyway? What good is money? 

      My father carefully takes two pills out of their clear cases and sets them on the table. He waits a little while before speaking again.

      "It is time to leave darling," he says looking at me, no fear in his eyes, a bright smile on his face. 

      I move closer to him and take a pill from the table as he does the same. We both look at each other and then plop the small red chewable pills into our mouths. I really do not know why they made the pills chewable, even if they were the ones that you were to swallow. What would be the difference if someone choked on it and died or died from the poison inside the pill? I don't understand it.

      Moments later, my dads eyes close, and his body falls over on the side of the couch, lifeless, a big smile on his face. 

       I look down into my hand and see the little red pill, I couldn't do it, I won't do it. I look at his body and tell him that I am sorry for staying and that I hope he still loves and understands me. I have faith in this world, I think it can work out eventually, if it was meant to be skipped, than it would not be here, there would not be the earth stage of evolution. 

      I will not have to worry too much about food, being the only person left on the earth, their will be enough canned food not being used in the world to last me and others a life time. 

"Knock, Knock, Knock."

      I looked up at the door, a bright smile on my face, it was him. I pulled open the door and saw him standing there, his hands in his pockets, a smile on his face. 

"Did your parent's already ascend?" he asked me, still smiling.
"Yes," I say, and go up and give him a hug. 
"It is so good to see you Adam," I say. "I am so glad you didn't leave."
"I am glad I stayed too, I just hope our parents will understand when our natural time comes."

Adam comes up to me and puts his hand on my belly. 

"How is he doing?" He says, smiling at me, gazing at my belly.
"She," I say, "is doing fine, but what are we going to say?" 
"What do you mean?" He asks back. 
"We have to tell our kids something Adam, we can't just tell them about what really happened here; eventually it will happen again if the truth is known. We need to think of something to tell them that they will believe and not be able to question. We will be the only two people left in the entire world, it may be the end to everyone else, but for us and our children, it is a beginning." 
"Well then, we can tell them what ever story you want," Adam says, looking at me.
"I love you Adam," I say to him, smiling.
"And I love you Eve," He says, smiling back.

                                                                                                    The Beginning