"Look at this wimp. Haha."
"Go somewhere else to bawl!"
"Urgh. Again. Seriously!" I thought to myself.
Summer 2022. It was a warm day, too warm. I sat on the bench in the park, thinking about life. As I often did.
There was a lot that did go wrong in this world, but somehow that did not seem to bother anyone. Our world was on the brink of destruction. Damn it.
In a few years, if we were really lucky maybe in other tens or hundreds of years, it would break apart and expire. And we were undoubtedly to blame. Nevertheless, nobody seemed to want to change anything. A few had good intentions, or ideas. But there was no one to save this dying world. And every kid knew that.
So we live from day to day, ignoring the waiting destruction of our only world. Our home. With our eyes closed, we walk through our dying world, giving it a new fatal blow every day and maybe even the final blow. We consume resources, trample on our beloved planet and laugh in the face of the coming catastrophe. Everybody, but I am not.
I'm sitting here thinking. As so often, but like the others I am doing nothing. I feel like that would do nothing at all. I am just a small ant that inhabits this earth. I can’t chance the upcoming destruction.
And that makes me sad, so incredibly sad.
Tears fall from my face. I feel the pain of this world.
I feel the pain of every living being that will go down with us.
More and more tears are falling.
Yes, maybe I am a wimp. But I feel it. It's like I'm looking into the future. And the future is… Pitch black.
And here it comes, that feeling. One that I can’t describe, unknown. I breathe in, let the feeling surround me and it stops the tears. It shakes me.
"Again. So Strange, ", I murmur to myself. I get up and are on my way to an unknown destination. Into an unknown future and I sigh out loud. What the hell is wrong with me? Irritated by my own feelings and the confusing thoughts, I stop.
I look around and feel startled.
"Great, fool. Nice one. Just run around unnecessarily in the city and end up where you should not be."
I frowned at the sight of the deep crater that is in front of me. Somewhere down there were the remains of part of the city, sunk a few years ago. At that time everybody was talking and looking for the cause.
But when the scientists suspected an annoying topic like "climate change" and the likes as causes, the media and the people fell silent. Quickly forgot the dead bodies which are located down this abysm. Nobody wanted to hear another word of the cause. The few who did, found themselves quickly in a mill of bad news and a dark future. The regret of the decision to find answers or maybe a solution would drive them crazy.
Our planet is dying. He breaks apart.
No shit. That wasn’t just a nice metaphor. Everywhere in the world, more and more holes were opening up, taking cities and everything else they could swallow into the abyss. Nobody knows what happens in there or after the fall into it. No rescue squad could ever reach the abyss, or salvage a survivor. A big mystery, through and through.
Argh. My thoughts are wandering again. Why can’t I be at least a tiny bit "normal" and use that little bit of lifetime left on this planet wisely? No, of course I must be this depressive shithead. Self-hatred overcomes me. I was never depressive, to be exact. More like anxious... I was just too sensitive to my surroundings. The moment I finished that thought the earth shook. I was startled. The quake makes me flinch and ends my line of thoughts. I can still muster a soft "What?!" before the earth under my feet is pulled away. I try to scream, but no sound comes out. Silent screams escape me and I fall .. continue to fall .. and fall ..
It gets pitch black around me and I think to myself "Well, where's the light switch when you need one?" before I black out.
Okay. Okay. Not the best joke, I know. But, hey.
We will survive it… Or not. Ba dum Tss!
Okay, that's it. Enough with the stupid jokes. No spoiler, but I'm still alive. I just have no idea where I am. Everything is spinning. I can’t focus. I look around when I can and I am surprised what I see.
"Huh? My bathroom? Why am I inside my bathroom? And why is water in the bathtub? Oh, I live alone, damn it. Must have been me then. But I can’t remember taking a bath. Just falling… And…That can’t be.
I don’t like to bath. I only use the shower". I would remember taking a bath. I get out of the bathtub and grab a towel. "Urgh… My ass hurts." I freeze. “Why does my butt hurt?" I ask myself and turn around to look at the bathtub. Then I see what I didn’t see moments ago and I shriek. There is a big hole in my roof. And it rains. It is night already and the moon shines through the roof. I must have been unconscious for a long time for it to be night already. In my bathtub is a lot of rainwater, rumble and dirt. I am stunned beyond belief, but I climb through the hole in my roof without a second thought. I feel silently grateful that I live on the last floor. I smile to myself. What stupid thoughts I have. Especially in the last two days. All this world-weariness seemed ridiculous to me now. I nearly died. Or did I?
"Why the hell am I still alive? I'm sure as hell that I fell into that stupid abysm." Arghh... I was sure I could think about it for hours or days and would never figure out the answers to my questions. So I sat on my roof, next to the hole in my apartment and ... laughed. That scene was too ridiculous. Everything was doomed and destined to break, even my stupid roof.
Never would I have thought or guessed that life could be even more unbelievable.
Never would I have guessed that my adventure would begin with this so ridiculous experience of mine.
Oh, what a naïve fool I was.