It was the end of the world. No one is alive; I don’t hear a heartbeat or a sound of existence. The world is corrupted. If someone or something where to be here or in any spot in this earth it would have died, the poisoned gas would have sucked the life out of it, because humans are in no existent and it is me here. Protected but lonely. I hear knocking but there is no door, I look back to see an actual door and it is wanting me to open it. A normal door, brown and shabby, the door knob is a piece of circled metal, it has been used for many times, you cant see it glow anymore. I take a step further, am not afraid, am terrified and am shaking this feeling because am responsible, humans are all dead and as a human I shouldn’t hesitate in opening the door, it is a human nature after all, to discover the unknown.
The doorknob is warm, as if someone was there and he or she were trying to open the door and failed. As I open it I don’t see light or any substance. It’s a dark space, my body is starting to gradually being light and I cannot feel my legs anymore, it takes time to realize that am falling and I don’t give a damn. Maybe am falling into something or somewhere that I should be there. Maybe everyone went to the other side and they want me to come with them. They didn’t forget me, thank god.
No comments:
Post a Comment