I've decided to post something I have written. Although, this in particular is like a year old; I wrote it in the 9th grade... Here's the first chapter!

The destruction of earth

 

Chapter one

 

 

For years and years this madness has continued around us, but there hasn’t been anyone that has taken it seriously. And now, look at what’s happening. The temperature is sky-high, there are constant and massive inundations because of the heat waves in both Antarctica and the North Pole, and half the countries on earth are under water. Many people have died already and I wonder if we’re next. The floods have already reached a city 300 miles from here, or so I have heard - the news reports are pretty thin since they’re trying to hide any information that might cause panic (all information at this point). The air we breathe is so full of pollutions that more than half of the population gets sick, I mean, I have already gotten the flue twice this year alone. The medicines are disappearing at a terrifying speed and soon we won’t have any left. The food store is almost empty too; we’re living on old tinned food and sleep in tents at temporary refugee camps. Everyone is like refugees now, because there isn’t much left from our previous homes. All the means of transport are unusable since the water is blocking every road and destroying everything in its path (including boats). The situation is catastrophic and everybody is panicking, what are we going to do? Why didn’t we do anything while we had the chance? Why?

 

I feel several drops of sweat oozing out my forehead. It feels like it’s even hotter today - how can that be possible? Yesterday was like a day in the desert of Sahara.

Ugh, I’m thirsty. My tongue feels like it’s completely covered in sand. I guess it’s time to wake up and face another day then. I open my eyes. “Oh” I gasp, and I fly up in chock; knocking my head in the low ceiling. Two warm, brown eyes are only centimetres away, staring deep into my eyes. I recover myself. “Oh, Alex, you scared me,” I say a little dizzily. “Hi there! Good morning Elly” He says with a gentle voice, but I can see the effort behind it. He looks so tired. He has dark shadows beneath his eyes, his eyes are red and wary, and he looks like he’s about to collapse at any minute. I shake my head in an attempt to shake those unwanted thoughts away. I try to imitate a smile. “Hi, how are you feeling?” I ask with the happiest voice I can manage. He tries to sit up, too, but the effort makes him get another cough attack. I reach for my backpack and go trough the content until I find what I’m looking for. “I’m…fine,” He manages to say between the coughs. I ignore him and take the little bottle and squeeze out the last drops of it on a spoon. “Here, take this,” I say and put it in his mouth. After a few minutes he asks: “Was that the last medicine we had left?” I look down at my hands; not brave enough to look into his eyes, and give him a small nod.

 

The next day it’s worse, so much worse. This shouldn’t be happening, it’s just the flu god damn it!  If only there was only some medicine left. UGH! Damn water that destroys everything and makes all transports impossible. I have never felt so helpless. Just watching while my Alex gets sicker, it tears my heart apart. What am I supposed to say? It’s all going to be alright? No, neither of us is stupid enough to believe that. Alex doesn’t even reply to me anymore – it’s like he’s not even there, only his body, an empty shell. He doesn’t have his eyes open either; I just know that he’s not dead because of the week, uneven pulse coming from his heart. He even looks dead; his skin has a sick greenish tone and is covered with a sheet of sweat. And the dark, purplish shadows beneath his eyes now looks like dark piercing holes. I can’t take this anymore! I can’t go out; not unless I want to pass out because of sunstroke. And I can’t leave my man, my love of my life, not now. Not when he’s sick and terribly needs me. But at the same time I am terrified sick to stay with him; Because I can’t keep on acting like everything is alright, because it’s not, and I don’t want do make him worry about me on top of everything. So, I don’t know what to do. There isn’t anything for me to do. Just to endure this awful period of my life that never seems to end but I’m also dreading for just that – The end. I don’t want it to last and I don’t want it to end - in fear that the end will bring me what I fear the most. Death.

 

His heavy lids, pale and sweaty, push open. He looks at me and I can see the fear, the exhaustion, and the dread all exposing in his tired eyes.

“No,” I mouth in horror, gripping his hand. “No” I say again, with more force. “You’re not leaving me” I shout, my voice breaking twice. I try to stare into his eyes, but his lids are already drooping “You’d better not leave me Alex!” I almost scream, the well hidden panic now breaking through. I feel tears overflowing my eyes. “Alex, Alex! Listen to me! I grab his shoulder and shake his torso in a hopeless attempt to get his attention. Don’t follow the light!” His eyelids shudder one last time and then lay still.  “Alex!” I gasp one more time, but then the words get muffled out by my hysterics. My lungs seem to have disappeared. I… can’t…BREATH!