Our world's been infected with our waste and is now dying. There's nothing we can do. The yellow gases outside don't allow us. The twice as big sun won't let us either. Everything being bright causes everything to reflect. If only it could help us reflect our feelings to each other. You would think that we would share important feelings to loved ones at a time of crisis but this is no crisis it was a foreseen event an event that has no date when to kill us. We've all be living on borrowed time. Time that was supposed to be gone at the start. Time that we wished we didn't have. Bearing all of the pain isn't worth living. But none of us have the guts or materials to kill our selves. The bright lights are even seen through the cracks in the roof but the rubber under the door seal is covered and pitch black. Little news is given about people going underground but their just rich, helpless souls. Money doesn't do anything if it's a free for all with no food. There's nothing left...There's nothing left. There's nothing to say or nothing to be done. A word hasn't been uttered since 5 years ago. The old sleep,the others stare at the ceiling in forever thought that will soon just hurt our selfs into tears. We envy the young that play and run. "If they only had a clue" we would think but we realize that this is for the better. We only wish that we didn't know about the nuclear fall outs and solar flares. All the blame was thrown around. Until last we realized the pointlessness of it all. Without anyone to blame who are we has humans. That's all we everyone. It's in our blood and taught down by generations. If we do not know an answer blame it on someone else. The only people to blame is yourself at this point. The thought of living on time that shouldn't exist gives you the hope to do something while you have a chance. This has only led to more death. Death in vain. No one even runs in this house hold anymore. From the accident. My mother bumped into be pushing my sun goggles off. I became permanently blind. The little things I could do like stare at a wall were gone. I only had the memories of those things. There's nothing left. I struggled around to find the latch on the ceiling panel. It had the feel of mold as if it hadn't been open for a long time which was true. The cold tears rolled down my face like soft canals I could feel it. The whiteness that I could see was not getting murky with tears. So there was nothing to stop me. I could hear the drip, drop of my precious fluids hitting the steel latter. God can't play these mind games on me anymore. This "borrowed life" is not what I wanted it's not what I needed, I have lost two much. I pulled the latch as hard as I could. There was a scent of freshness but I knew there was only filth. I took a step with an immediate burn on my brow. I took more steps forward. This was the longest walk I have ever taken. I was happy. All I could see is my friends and family I ran faster and faster with tears. These tears were happiness I was finally free. Then the burn came back like I was in hell. I tripped on some rubble with the vision gone. I coughed until I vomited, I couldn't stand. The happiness stayed. My leg felt singe and maybe burned off but I had no way of knowing. The happiness stayed. Finally the pain I felt was on the outside it was good. My world stopped thinking and I did to. It was over I was gone. I felt happy. I finally did something. Something good.
Authors note
Thank you guys so much for reading this 670 word short story. I appreciate it. :-)
