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TNGITAOTSS: Part 10

When I awoke the next morning I noticed I slept in several hours, it was just about noon. I got dressed and headed downstairs to see laura wasn’t anywhere. I looked out the window to see her car. I never knew laura to sleep in, so i went upstairs to see if she was in her room. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar. I opened it to see Laura laying there on her side facing away from me. I walked over and put my hand on her shoulder.

“Laura.” I said to no response, “Laura.” I said a little louder with still no response. I began shaking her and saying her name louder. She still showed no response. I looked to the nightstand to see an empty prescription bottle laying on it’s side. I began screaming out her name and shaking her very hard. I than pressed my fingers against her throat and felt no pulse.

Freaking out I pulled out my phone, frantically dialed 911 and pressed the phone to my ear.

“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service.”

“What the fuck? No!” I redialed it.

“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service.”

“No! Fuck!” I began screaming. I dialed it again but very slowly. I read it over and over again. nine one one, it says nine one one. I pressed talk.

“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service.”

They stopped helping, no one’s helping anymore, there’s no one there even for the wristbands anymore. My heart sank. The world was ending again, my world was still disappearing.

I looked over and saw Mattie standing in the doorway. I was crying.

“Mattie, you shouldn’t be in here.” I stood up to try and get her out of the room.

“Is she with the angels now?”

What? What does she mean? She knew?

“You knew?”

“I knew that the angels were coming to pick her up because they dropped you off last night.”

“You fucking knew, and you wouldn’t do anything about it?”

“Her turn is over, now it’s your’s.”

“Wh-what?” I was baffled at what i was hearing. “My turn for what?”

“She was my old angel, you’re the new one. The angels sent you, don’t you know this?”

I stared at her for several moments.I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to think. My mind was moving at a million miles per second. What was she talking about. Did Laura tell her this? Am I the only sane one left on earth? Or maybe I’ve already lost it and haven’t taken notice.

I then noticed she was holding an envelope. It was the wristband, her ticket to space. I slowly walked up to her and took the envelope out of her hands. Tears streamed down my face as I tried not to scream out from the pain. I opened the envelope and pulled out the wristband. I looked in her eyes and tried to smile but couldn’t. I took her hand and wrapped the band around her wrist. I clicked it shut and let out a small shriek caused by my crying. I looked her in the eyes again for a few moments, and then kissed her forehead.

I was eight and she was seven. I don’t remember if we were in an amusement park or a fair, but we were wearing wristbands. They were orange, and indestructible to our belief. When we would walk she would reach out and grab my hand. As we got older I liked this less and less. I didn’t want to hold my cousin’s hand anymore. Especially since she was a girl. My father would give me hell when I wouldn’t hold on. It would hurt her feelings when I let go immediately. I never understood why dad was so strict about this when I was young.

After kissing her forehead I looked into her eyes.

“How would you like to go on an adventure?” I tried to force a smile but continued to fail.

“Where?” She asked excitedly.

How can she be excited? How can she be happy? Her mother just died. Can she show some fucking compassion? Can she be a normal human being? I then felt very ashamed of myself. I always believed I was a caring and compassionate human to never judge people. People always judge me for my strange mental problems, and here I am doing it to her.

“To space!” I said trying to sound enthusiastic.

“I’ll go pack!” She said and ran to her room. I instantly fell to the ground, I rolled up into a fetal position and cried, I cried like a little baby. Half of me wanted to kill myself there and then, but what would happen to Matti, she would be alone, she couldn’t survive. Damn Laura, damn her to hell! She has no right to force this responsibility on me. I had no choice now, I was now Mattie’s legal guardian. I cried myself to sleep right there on the floor, in the doorway between Laura’s room and the hallway with Laura’s body just feet away on the bed. If I dreamt, I don’t remember it, all I remember was blackness.

“Ready.” Mattie was standing over me with all her bags packed and ready to go. I pictured nooses, firearms, knives, pills, car exhaust ports. I didn’t want to go on, but I had to, so I slowly stood up and looked at her.

“Let’s go.”

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TNGITAOTSS: Part 9

I was sitting at the set table while my anxieties starting melting away.

“That’s Bronson our dog, he had to go live on a farm. That’s a unicorn, I love unicorns, oh and that’s a platypus, mom likes to call him God’s joke.” The smile continued to be plastered across my face as Mattie flipped through her drawing book. “Oh and this is a duck I saw at the pond, I call him quackers, get it? Because I was feeding him crackers and and he quacks.” I laughed as a tear streamed down my face.

I became comfortable, I didn’t have to go anywhere, I can just stay here. Screw the future, this is all I ever need. I had family.

We sat at that table for hours talking, laughing and reminiscing. We moved on to the front room where mattie flipped through her photobook. “Wow, you are an awesome photographer, you can get paid for this, I swear.” Mattie smiled and giggled at my comment. The abstract thought that went into the angles and positions of the photos was amazing.

“She only starting taking photographs recently, she picked up up so fast.” Laura handed me a hot chocolate. I sipped it and felt the warmth stream down my chest. It was very similar to the emotional warmth I felt streaming down my chest. Laura and I moved back into the kitchen to do dishes when mattie fell asleep on the couch.

“Laura?”

“Yes?”

“Can I stay here? I promise to pull my weight, I can work around the house and maybe even get a job, I’m very good at.”

“Yes of course,” She cut me off “you can stay as long as you want, don’t worry about that other stuff.”

“Because I can see myself being happy here, not on a space station all alone.” I responded. She stopped moving and looked at me.

“Huh?”

“Yea, I actually won the lottery, but I don’t want to go to be honest, I want to stay here.”

She stared at me for a few moments before speaking, “No, you must go, and please, take Mattie with you.” I was confused.

“Wait what? Did she win?”

“No, I did, I wasn't going to go though, I could never leave Mattie.”

“Well we can all stay here then and live a normal life as long as we can, until, well, you know.”

“No please, she can have my wristband, you two can go together.”

“Laura, the only way she can have your wristband is if you were to pass away, and even if that wasn’t the case, we can’t leave you.”

“But you have to.” We both stared at each other in bewilderment.

“Can we talk about this in the morning?” I asked trying not to think of it. She looked away and continued to wash the dishes in silence. I followed suit. After tucking Mattie into bed Laura and I had a very long hug and exchanged ‘I love you’s’ before separating to get ready for bed. As i was closing the door to the guest room I was staying in, I saw Laura go into Mattie's room, it didn’t mean anything to me at the time.

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Nerd style vandalism

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I don't know why, but I like this.

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TNGITAOTSS: Part 8

I pulled up to the house and looked at the door. I felt that flood of anticipation you feel when seeing someone you haven’t seen in a very long time. Not only that but I was surprising them too. A thought then occurred to me, what if they’re not even here. What if they already left. What if there’s no one left to say goodbye too. the porch light came on. A flood of relief filled me and then left again. The porch light could be automatic, and then I saw a shadow pass across the upstairs room, the relief returned.

I slowly and nervously got out of the car and closed the door behind me. Walking up the walkway to the door felt like an eternity. I was getting more and more nervous. My hand shook so hard as I reached out to ring the doorbell that I almost missed. I heard the doorbell ring from inside the house and my heart skipped a beat. The anticipation grew and grew as I stood there. It felt like she was taking hours to answer it. The deadbolt clicked, my breathing shortened. The door opened, and there stood my Aunt, looking as sweet as ever. We both stared at each other for what felt like several moments. She put her hands up to her mouth and spoke through them in a teary shaky voice.

“Daniel?” I couldn’t speak, I tried to, but I couldn’t, I was too choked up. I nodded my head instead. She then flung her arms around me. “I couldn’t have hoped for anything better to knock on that door.” I hugged back, very tightly. She pulled back and looked into my eyes, “lets go inside, are you hungry?”

I let out a chuckle, “I could eat.” The thought of food filled my head followed by the thought of my kitchen covered in Clark’s blood. Tears streamed down my face and I buried it into her shoulder. She rubbed my back and spoke.

“Lets go inside.”

The scents that filled the house were inviting. Cinnamon and spice was always a major scent in my aunts house. At this moment they were joined by the scent of chicken and vegetables in her kitchen. I looked over at the mirror over the fireplace and noticed just how dirty I was, I needed a shower more than I ever had.

When I walked by the hallway, something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. I turned to see my cousin Mattie standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Daniel!” She yelled out with glee. She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me.

I was four years old, Mattie was three, we were attending the wedding of our mutual aunt Cary. I don’t remember much at all from this event, just that I believe it was the first time Mattie and I met. She had a smile on her face, but then again, she always does. I can’t help but to smile everytime I see her, it must be contagious. I don’t remember the events that lead up to it, but we ended up dancing together at the reception. I don’t recall if it was slow dancing or what, we were probably just dancing the only way someone that young can dance.

I hadn’t seen her in years at this point, her hug felt comfortable and warm.

“Hi Mattie, how are you?”

“Good, very good, I was just drawing.” She responded excitedly.

“That’s awesome, I’d love to see your drawings.” I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, though I held tears back. She ran back upstairs. I looked to Laura with the smile still intact.

“She’s doing well huh?”

“Oh yes, she’s improved a lot since last time you saw her. Now come on, if you wouldn’t mind helping me set the table.”

“Of course.”

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TNGITAOTSS: Part 7

I started the engine, my stereo came on playing hard rock way too loud. I turned it off instantly. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to listen to music ever again. I pulled out of the driveway and never looked back.

I could swear that I saw the heat rising off the road. All objects in the distance were warped and skewed. The smell of rubber drifted through the windows. The local gas station came into view so I changed lanes and made my way there. I pulled in and parked at pump #7. I don’t know why that stuck in my mind, but it did. The pump wouldn’t accept my card so I head inside. I decided to grab a beef stick and an energy drink while i was inside, fuel for the roadtripper.

“Twent bucks on number seven please?”

“Will that be enough to fill up your car.”

“No, why?” I asked really confused.

“Well unless you fill up at a station down the road I suggest to you fill up now seeing as they’re shipping us less and less gas every time they come by. You might not be able to even get get at your next stop.” I felt like he was lying to me, trying to get more money from me, but that really didn’t make much sense, and because of the coming asteroid, the story actually had merritt.

“I’ll put in eighty and be back for the change.”

“eighty on number seven, debit or credit?”

I didn’t even bother to look at the gas prices to know that eighty wasn’t even enough. They jacked up the prices knowing the the shipments of fuel would come to a stop soon. It looked like i was about 20 dollars short of a full tank, but I decided to take off anyway. I only hoped the freeways weren’t too backed up.

It took my eight hours two fuel ups a meal and a snack before I reached the Santa Clarita Valley. I don’t know where everyone was going. Maybe they’re all heading to Edwards to talk themselves onto the shuttle. I don’t know, I just hope all this traffic doesn’t keep me from making it to the shuttle on time for take off. I shouldn’t stay too long at Aunt Laura’s, thought it will be very hard to rip myself away from family.

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TNGITAOTSS: Part 6

I drove home, or at least what use to be home, in Clarks car. It was covered in both his and my blood. I slowly made my way inside and into the kitchen. My dinner was still sitting on the counter, now covered in ants. I hadn’t eaten anything since then and I wasn’t hungry.

I walked into my room without purpose or aim. My chest hurt, not like the pain of indigestion or heart problems, but the pain you feel when you lose something you love. That pain that people describe as heartbreak. When sadness is so deep, you can actually feel it in your chest, a pain that every person who went through a bad break-up or any bout of depression knows so well. My whole world was disappearing while I was expected to move on. I’m supposed to go on living  while the earth dies beneath me. The events of the day strained so very much on my emotions and my physical well being that I collapsed on my bed in tears.

I dreamt of childhood friends that night. I dreamt of the house I grew up in. I dreamt of past jobs and lost relationships. The most vivid dream I had was about the future. I was in line at an airport, I was boarding a plane that was supposedly flying into space. I felt a sickening dread as if I were in a crucial hurry to get on the plane. Almost as if something evil was on the outside of the terminal trying to get in. I got onto the plane and looked out the window to see all my old friends and loved ones looking at me in fear, anger, hatred and disappointed. Dreams are funny how they change perception, how they make very odd things feel very normal. The plane was low to the ground, looking out the window was like looking out the window of a car. All the people on the ground were at the same level as I was. I saw the comet coming down crashing into earth catching all those people on fire. I was watching everyone I ever love die. A hand reached up and and pushed a bloody print upon the window. It was Clark, the knife still in his belly. He looked at me with disgust, I was evil and let this happen to him.

The sound of a whirring fan came into my reality. My clothes were soaked in sweat. The sky outside the window was a bright orange. I must have fallen asleep and slept straight through the night. The events of everything hit me like a ton of bricks and I lost all motivation to get out of bed. Sauna like feeling of lying in that bed drenched in my own sweat became unbearable. I pulled myself up and onto my feet. I felt an urge to drop straight back down filled my mind. Thoughts of suicide krept up as I made my way to my closet. It was empty for the exception of a few shirts that i didn’t care for. I had forgotten that i packed most my stuff.

After taking the coldest shower of my life I put on dry I pulled from my suitcase. When I walked into the kitchen a horrible smell filled my nostrils. Clark’s blood still sat upon the ground growing bacteria. I instantly broke down in tears yelling out. “Fuck!” The thoughts of Clark’s death were just so overwhelming I almost couldn’t take it. The little bit of an appetite that I had quickly vanished as the thoughts of suicide cropped back up.

I walked outside to load my possessions into the Jeep. I could feel the heat of the two suns beating down on my arms. The smell of hot asphalt filled the air. Today was not a good day for a road trip. I can only hope that my air conditioner wouldn’t break down on me or that the car wouldn’t overheat. I sat down in the drivers seat and looked at the building that use to be my home through the rearview mirror. All the good memories were overclouded by the events that happened the day before.

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TNGITAOTSS: Part 5

I broke speed limit by twenty miles an hour to get there. I couldn’t believe what was happening. The world had already been on the verge of ending, and it was now that my life was being turned upside down. I kept looking over at Clark, blood dripped out of his mouth, but he was still alive, and he held that towel to his wound.

When we got there I helped him into the waiting room. “Help, my friends has been stabbed in the stomach.” The nurse didn’t look shocked at the site. She handed me paperwork. “You can’t just put him on?” I couldn’t believe even when someone has been stabbed, you still had to follow bureaucratic bullshit before seeing a doctor.

I pulled out a pen and began filling out the paperwork, she saw my wristband. “Sir, is there anything we can do for you?”

“What?” I was confused. “Yes, you can help my friend who has been stabbed!”

“Does he have a wristband?” I couldn’t believe what she was asking.

“No, he doesn’t have a fucking wristband!” I yelled out.

“Then there isn’t much we can do. Just fill out the paperwork and we’ll see.” I was just flabbergasted at what I was hearing. “You have cuts all over yourself sir, those can get infected. I’ll have a nurse wrap those for you.”

“No! Take care of my friend first, I’m fine!.”

“Sir you are going to have to calm down, your friend does not have a wristband, you do however, you are our first priority.”

“Fuck You! Take care of my friend!” She pointed at two empty seats among the crowd of already filled ones. I slammed the clipboard on the counter and helped Clark to the chairs. We sat down and I started rocking back and forth. I was nervous beyond belief. Two nurses walked towards us and my heart lept. “Thank god!” I exclaimed.

They took out gauze and tape, and began wrapping my arms. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked very angrily.

“You need to wrap those cuts, or else you can get an infection.” The female nurse said calmly.

“I am fucking fine! Can you please help my friend?” Neither of them answered.

“You should get going,” The male nurse started, “you don’t want the shuttle to leave without you.”     “Not until you help my friend!” I yelled out.

“Suit yourself sir.” They walked away.

I sat there for what seemed to be an eternity. No nurses came out and got patients, no new patients came in, no old patients went out. I noticed it seemed most the waiting room occupants were asleep. I sat and waited. I waited for so long. Nothing ever happened. Finally I got up and stretched my legs. I looked at one of the patients, they were so motionless. Something was wrong. I bent over and looked at their face.

“Excuse me.” No response. “Excuse me!” Still no response. I put my hand on their shoulder and shook them. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. I put my fingers to their neck and felt no pulse. I backed up in total fear, bumping into another person. I Grabbed her wrist and felt no pulse. I could hardly breath. Everyone was dead, the waiting room was a tomb, no ones has been helped in ages. I wanted to run, I wanted to get out of there. But clark, what about clark. I went back and sat down next to him.

“I, I love you man.” Tears streamed down my nose. His breathing was very light. Blood pooled on the ground around him. The nurses came back and attended to my wounds. I didn’t care anymore. Clark was dead and so was I, at least my soul was. I had no motivation to move, I just wanted to die there next to Clark.

“Is there anything else we can do for you sir?” The female nurse asked. “Immunity shots? blood tests? anything.” I didn’t respond, I just sat there staring at the ground. They walked away. I continued to sit there for so long. The nurses came back and changed my dressings, they took my blood to do tests, they gave me immunity shots, checked my eyes, ears, nose and throat. I got the most intense check-up of my life simply because the nurses were bored, and I felt it was for nothing. I was officially planning on staying there and dying next to the only real friend I ever had.

The male nurse came over got to eye level with me and put his hand on my knee. “Surely you have something to live for.” The images of my aunt and my cousin flooded my mind. I did, I had family, I had someone I would do anything to see again. So i did, I got up and left with the hope I can see them again.

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TNGITAOTSS: Part 4

All I could do was watch him stare at the ground. I didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t know what to do. “I, I.” I stammered, speechless, I was at a loss for words, my mind fluttered. “Clark, you know I want to give you the wristband. I would love nothing more than that.”

“Than give it to me.”

“It’s made from some of the strongest stuff on earth, you can’t break it off. Even if you did, the rules still stand.”

“I’ll take my chances.” That smirk was back, he glared at me. There was now a knife in his hand. I didn’t even hear him open the drawer, maybe the knife was sitting on the counter. I couldn’t think, I was scared for my life.

“Clark, it’s unbreakable!”

“Maybe, but your wrist isn’t.” He then ran at me.

I ran out of the kitchen. He was right behind me. I tripped over something in the front room and fell to my knees. I couldn’t get up fast enough when he tackled me to the ground. I wrestled with him trying to keep the edge of the knife away from my arm. It would slide across my fingers, or across his arms. After not too long we were both covered in cuts. I couldn’t feel them, I could barely even notice the blood. I was just trying to keep him from cutting off my hand. His hand with the knife came free and flew at my throat, I grabbed his wrist and jabbed the knife into his gut. He screamed out.

“Fuck!” I yelled out, “No no no!” He rolled around in pain. I just stood up and looked down at him. “No, Clark, why?” I ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I bent over and helped him to his feet. I pulled the knife out, threw it across the room and pushed the towel to the wound. “Hold that there, put pressure on it.” I told him, he listened.

I pulled my phone out as fast as I can and dialed 911.

“Hello? Yes, my roommate has been stabbed.”

The 911 operator proceeded to tell me that every ambulance was out and about and couldn’t come to help.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do than?”

He asked if I had a car, and if I could drive him to the hospital. I hung up. How can all the ambulances be out. Is it really that bad right now? The world really is descending into chaos, isn’t it? I looked to Clark.

“You’ll be okay, we just need to get you to the E.R. as fast as we can.” I helped him into his car and I got into the drivers seat. “You’ll be fine Clark, I promise.”

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Moments

Tonight I find myself stuck in a moment trying to break free. As I give thought to this I realize I have been stuck in a series of moments my whole life. Now that I know what my problem is, maybe I can finally learn how to fix it. I am unsure of how to move on, and I'm too afraid to leave the last moment moving on to the next and in the confusion, time slowly pushes me without my consent. Being as I am unprepared, the new moment ends in disaster. Time does not stop causing me fear and anxiety of an inevitable future I am to scared to prepare for. Anxiety causes anxiety causing fear which only begets more fear. I am the definition of Meta and trapped within myself. A self made cell with a lock I own the key to. All I have to do is unlock it. I just wish I would. >_>

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Random CreepyPasta I wrote.

I moved into a two story house recently in Quartz Hill California with a few friends from college. The house has is very large and holds 5 rooms. There are only five of us right now and we are currently looking for someone to occupy the fifth room. We were very excited to rent the room for such a low price. The landlords claim it's so low because it's hard to find a tenant without pets for they have a no pet policy. I'm starting to wonder if it is low for other reasons. I work very early on week days and have to be in bed fairly early the night before. I made this clear to my roommates very early on, and they usually respect my wishes and quiet down around nine pm. On one particular night I was awoken by someone stomping down the stairs. Sometimes I regret taking the room on the bottom floor for this exact reason. i can't blame the guys for forgetting now and then to be light-footed going up and down the steps. I figured this would be a one time occurrence for the night, so rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Moments later someone ran back up the stairs very loudly. Again I had hoped this was the last time, maybe they just needed to run down stairs real quickly to get something. I closed my eyes once more. Next thing two sets of footsteps ran down the stairs. I got frustrated and got out of bed. Both sets ran back up as I walked to the door. I was surprised to find the hallway to be pitch black when I opened my door. Did they turn the light off that fast after going up the stairs, or are they running around in the dark? I figured they turned the lights out and went in their rooms. I decided this was probably the last time, but slammed the door for good measure, sending a message. After about a half hour of sleeping I was awoken by what seemed like a group of people running down the stairs. I got out of bed as quickly as I could to open the door to a, yet again, dark hallway. "Will you guys fucking cut it out? I need to be up soon." My hair stood on end when I heard absolutely no response. I slammed the door in fear. There was no one out there. There were no signs of anyone at all. After a few moments of calming myself down I figured they were trying to scare me, they did like to play pranks now and then. "Alright guys, if you're just fucking with me you better cut it out, because if you jump out at me when I open the door, I'm hitting you with my fucking bat, and I'm not fucking kidding." I really wasn't and they would know for I keep a baseball bat at arms reach leaning against my bed post. I grabbed the bad and went to open the door. I opened as fast as I can and held the bat up screaming out. The light from my room illuminated the empty hallway. I quickly ran over and turned on the hall lights. After calming myself down as much as I could I ran around turning all the lights on in the house trying to stay out of the darkness. Had everyone gone to bed? They would had to have heard my screaming. Sometimes when I really real freaked out with the sense of being confined in my house, I walk outside to an open area. The front yard worked best since the back yard is still somewhat confined. When I walked out, something freaked me out, but I couldn't tell what. The goosebumps were back and I didn't know why. Something was off and it bothered me. Something was missing. I then noticed several things missing, all the cars except for mine. Nobody was home. A group of footsteps did run down the stairs right before I came out. Maybe they all left right then. Memories then flooded my mind, normal memories that wouldn't normally make me give a second thought but this time chilled me to the bone. All my roommates were gone for the night. They all had places to be and left that morning. Each of them told me they would be gone for a couple of nights. I didn't want to go back inside. I was seriously frightened. I wanted a cigarette, but they were in my room. The front door was wide open so I reached in and grabbed my slip on shoes that were sitting on the floor beside the doorway. I then slammed the door. I reached in my pocket and realized I didn't have my keys to lock it. I sprinted to my car only to realize the car was useless without the keys. Luckily I remembered the hide a key attached underneath. I was reluctant to crawl underneath the car for I would be limiting my field of vision, and that scared me. I then got on my back, inched my self under the car, opened the cap and grabbed the key as quickly as I could. I must have scratched the car around the keyhole due to my fearful shaking. I finally got in, started the car and drove off without putting my seat-belt on. When I arrived at a seven eleven i noticed I didn't have my wallet, so I started looking for change in every nook and cranny in my car. When I realized i had every cent I could find I went inside and bought the cheapest pack of cigarettes there. I drove back to the house. I forgot to get a lighter, though I wouldn't have been able to buy one, all my change went into that pack. I than scoured my car once again but this time for a lighter. I was drenched in sweat, the heat was overwhelming as the sun lit up my eyelids. I raised them up to find that the sun being rising over the horizon meant i was late for work. I quickly ran inside finding all the lights on. All i could think about was how my roommates were going to be pissed off at the electric bill. I forgot about the night's events as I stocked shelves at work. I came home to an empty house drenched in natural light. There was nothing to be scared of, so I barely thought about the night before. As dusk approached i became less and less at ease for I knew i had to spend another night alone. While there was still light outside I went into my room, barricaded the door with a chair under the doorknob and closed the blinds on my windows. To keep myself out of that state of mind I decided to watch comedic videos on my computer. I awoke in my computer chair staring at the computer. A sound woke me up, but I didn't know what. I sighed with relief when I heard the neighbor childenren playing outside. The sound got closer. It almost sounded as if the children were in my back yard. Moments later they were right next to my window. They were laughing and screaming as children do when they get excited. I went over and stood in front of the window with my hand on the drawstring for the blinds. I thought I would give them a good scare as to get them out of the yard. When I heard the playing right outside my window I quickly drew the blinds to see no one there. It was dead silent; I backed up and gasped letting go of the drawstring causing the blinds to fall back down. I then heard muffled laughter behind me. I turned around looking at my barricaded door. I could hear those children behind my door. They were inside my house, laughing and playing. I ran to my cellphone sitting on my desk. I pressed any button to turn the interface on. The screen stayed black, it was dead. The children ran up and down the stairs outside my room laughing and screaming. I plugged my phone on and waited, as hard as that was, for it to to charge enough to turn on. I stared at the phone for what seemed like hours. I kept holding the power button to see a screen that would say "Insufficient charge". I began to hyperventilate out of fear. I was trapped and scared out of my mind.I held the power button one last the to see the phone powering on. My heart leapt. I immediately scrolled to the roommates name I was closest too: Jordan. I pressed the talk button and held the phone to my ear. I heard a very loud beep, so I pulled to hone away and looked at the screen. It said it was powering down due to low battery. "Shit!" I yelled out in frustration. I then noticed it was completely quiet. I wasn't sure if that should frighten or calm me. I awoke feeling fearful. I had been plagued with a nightmare and shocked out of it. I looked and saw my phone's power at 50%. I tried calling Jordan. I then heard sounds coming from above my ceiling in Jordan's room. It was the theme song to his favorite show. Did he get home just now when I was asleep? "Hello.?" "Hey Jordan, did you just get home? "No, I'm still at my parent's house." I froze for several moments. "I think your computer just turned on." "That's weird, could you turn it off for me?" "Uh, um..." I was too frightened to leave the room. "Is everything alright man?" "No, I'm hearing things and really freaking out." "I'm really sorry dude, but I'll be home in the morning." "I can't sleep and i have work early. I don't know if i can handle this." "You know, I'm getting pretty bored any way, I'll go ahead and head home." "Are you sure?" "Yea man, I'll be there soon, try to relax." "Thanks dude, see ya then." "See ya." I hung up the phone and noticed there weren't any sounds coming from Jordan's room anymore. I don't know when they stopped, but it was sometime during the phone call. I was a little more at ease knowing Jordan would be home soon, so I fell asleep staring at my computer screen again. I woke up an hour later realizing Jordan should definitely be home by that point. I Got up and left my room turning on all the lights on the way to Jordan's room. His door was wide open and and his light was off. I couldn't believe he wasn't home yet. I pulled out my phone and dialed him again. That theme song started playing again from his room. I waked over and saw a glow from atop his desk. I could hear a vibration from the direction. I walked over and saw that it was his phone. All the goosebumps came back once again. I ran downstairs as fast as i could. I ran into my room and slammed the door behind me. I heard the children's laughter in the hall again. My phone rang and vibrated in my hand causing my to jump and drop it. I picked it up seeing Jordan's name. I picked it up. "What the fuck man?" "I'm sorry dude, I wasn't expecting this traffic, I should be home withing fifteen minutes." "Oh yea? Then why did I just see your phone in your room if your not in the house." He didn't answer me. "Jordan, seriously, stop fucking with me." Still there was no answer, I pulled the phone away to see that I was no longer in a call. I was starting to question myself, did he hang up on me, was I ever in a call? I redialed and heard the ringtone above me again. I hung up and became fearful again. I sat at my computer and tried to do anything to pull myself away from the fear. I watched comedy on full blast. I woke up to my alarm ringing with my forehead lying on my keyboard. I got ready for work and left. I came home to find all my roommates, except for Jordan, home. I explained to them what happened. Ralph, the one who got us the house to rent, looked uneasy. "I know it can't possibly have anything to do with it, but you know that fifth room we're trying to rent out?" He asked "Well it's use to be a nursery, that's why the walls are painted all purple." "Um." I was confused. "Both the baby and the child died from the flu. That's why it was so hard to rent out this house, not because of the pet policy." I didn't believe that had to do with this, but it was unnerving none the least. I slept better that night knowing my roommates were there. I was awoken though, to the sound of children's laughter. I opened my eyes to see two figures in the dark standing on both sides of my bed. They were too short to be adults. I was frozen with fear, they began laughing. I screamed out loud, got to my feet and ran out the door. I grabbed the hide-a-key from under my car and just started driving, I didn't stop until I got to my parent's house a half hour away. I never went back, as pissed as they were about it, my family went and gathered all my stuff for me. I was too terrified to go back. I still swear I could hear children laughing right as I wake up in the middle of the night, but it always stops then, right as I wake up. As for Jordan, he never did go back either, no one has heard from him. If there was anything I could ever want in life anymore, it's for the laughter to stop. I just wish the laughter would stop.

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TNGITAOTSS: Part 3

As I fixed myself some dinner I heard the door open and close. My roommate was home. I didn’t even think about how to handle this situation. How would I tell him?

“What the fuck man? Are you moving out?” He blurted out as he rushed into the kitchen.

“Yea man, I’m sorry, it was such short notice.”

“No Fuck you! You have to give a.” He froze not being able to finish his sentence. I noticed he was looking right at my wristband. He now knew, he knew I had one the lottery. “Where’s the mail.”

“There wasn’t anything important.” I stammered.

“Where’s my wristband?” He asked in a hurried tone.

“I’m sorry, only one came.” I felt pretty shitty.

“Fuck you man! You can’t just take my wristband!” His anger seemed to just increase more and more.

“It’s not yours.” I Said starting to get a little frightened. He ran up and grabbed my wrist and yanked it over for him to read. I Yelled out in pain. “Fuck! You’re going to break my arm!” He let go and backed off after he read my name. He was now the one who was frightened.

“But, but no, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hey, it’ll be.”

“No! Fuck You!” he interrupted me. “Why you? You didn’t even graduate from fucking high school. I have a Bachelor's degree in engineering. I’m the smart one, you can’t even get your head out of your ass and go back to school!” I felt hurt by his words, but he was right, he deserved this much more than I did. “Give me the wristband.”

“I can’t man, there are rules.”

“Give me the Fucking wristband!” He yelled out. I grew fearful again.

“Dude, you know I would give it to you if I could, but I can’t. There are rules.”

“Fuck the rules! Give it to me!”

“They would never let you on the ship. The only way someone else can use my wristband is if they were my next of kin and I died.” A small smirk appeared on his face which chilled me to the bone. “Next of kin Clark!” I yelled out. “I’m sure you’ll still get picked. You’re too smart not to.”

His smirk faded as he looked to the ground. “This is the last wave.” He said grimly, “If I haven’t been chosen on this round, it’s over for me, I’m destined to die on this rock.”

“No, no that can’t be, I’m sure.”

“You don’t think I’ve been following this closely?” He interrupted. “I’ve been following the Mars Colony project since it’s first structure was built, sure I was a little boy at the time, but my father followed it since it’s inception, when it was just an idea.” He paused for several moments, I had nothing to say. “When the asteroid was discovered I began work trying to get into the Mars colony. I worked towards it the way a piano player might try to get into Juilliard. I wasn’t even trying to get out of the way of the asteroids path, I knew the program in the colony was hard at work trying to stop it, and now I’m doomed to be hit by that same hunk of rock!”

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TNGITAOTSS: Part 2

I tore the top of the envelope off as fast as i could. A shine caught my eye. I pulled out the wristband. No, how could this be. It was a DSC wristband. DSC wristbands were pretty much your ticket onto the shuttle to the space station. I looked at the front of the envelope again. It is my name. I looked closer at the wristband; my name was on that too. This has to be a mistake. I stood there with the wristband in one hand, the letter in the other and the rest of what was now nothing more than trash I pulled out of the mailbox scattered all over the ground, blowing away in the wind. I didn’t move for several moments searching my mind. Searching for anything to tell me whether I was dreaming or not. I pinched myself, I bit myself, I bit myself so hard I broke the skin, it hurt, it hurt so much. I was never so excited to be in pain, yet I still didn’t believe it. The mind is powerful, one can still feel pain in a dream.

I slowly brought the letter up to my eyes. Among a lot of legal gargin I mostly read: Dear Daniel M. McCray, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to join the Mars colony in quadrant C section 11. The assessment test you took at Long Beach City College showed you have great potential to help the human race move forward and survive this catastrophe. Enclosed is your DSC wristband which will grant you access onto the U.S.S. Kennedy which will take you to the Tyson station where you will stay a little while before moving on to the colony on Mars.

The rest of the letter instructed me on how much to pack, where to board and anything else I might need to know. I folded the letter up and stuck it in my back pocket. The silver wristband lay limp in my hand. I brought it up to my wrist and wrapped it around. I clasped the two ends together knowing that now it wouldn’t come off until I was on the space station. It was so unreal. I felt dizzy.

I extended my arm and grasped the mailbox as to not fall over. My chest was in so much pain. My cheeks were soaked in tears. I didn’t know how I felt, I was scared, I was happy, I missed my loved ones, I hated everyone, I wanted to be held. It was at this moment everything finally hit me. I had been living so numb for years now, just living day by day, going through the motions. Everything hit me at once, the world was coming to an end and I didn’t even know where any of my family and friends were. I became so distant with everything.

My Aunt Laura lived in Santa Clarita with her daughter Matty. All I wanted to do was go visit them. There was nothing more important in the whole entire world. Even if I missed my ride into space, I just wanted to be with someone I loved. It is on the way though. The launch site is Edwards Air Force Base. Laura is a genius though, having several degrees in science and education. She has to have been chosen too. That would be so perfect.

I headed back to my house with the bills, junk mail and circulars blowing around in the wind behind me. It wasn’t my house anymore. It was now my previous occupancy, and i needed to retrieve my most important belongings. The atmosphere grew dark outside as I gathered my things and loaded them into the car. I don’t know if it’s a good thing, or sad that I can fit most my possessions into my Jeep and still have room for a passenger. My whole life, I can take my whole life with me in one trip. They’re not even going to let me bring it all, I’m sure of it. I will have to see when I get there.

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No end in sight

In The midst of all my melancholy thoughts, feelings of despair and all around loneliness, I find myself to be oddly optimistic. As pessimistic as I can be, I still tend to have hope for my future. There is something deep down inside of me that yearns to get out, to unleash upon the world my creativity. My cheerful spirit is easily dashed away by the knowledge of this energy being suppressed by some disorder I have within my mind. It is as if two powerful sides fight against eachother trying to control my will. For now the evil wins out, though I feel the good slowly gaining ground. My will power is growing stronger every day slowly eating away at the apathy that plagues my being. This is why I am optimistic, this is why I continue to fight and look on to the future. A passion has been burning within my soul, only gaining heat over the years. It shall eventually be released, and I will show the world I am a force to be reckoned with. A force of creativity, a force of laughter and a force of love, but most of all a force of me. Be prepared, I am coming.

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Moving on

I moved almost three months ago, yet I'm doing all my address change stuff now. My attention span seems to shrink as I move forward through the years. I can never get myself to do anything anymore if it's not already on my schedule. I'm trying to change my schedule to include writing and exorcising, but you know, it's hard. Though I see a real possibility, my move is still somewhat fresh, and I'm flexible, not quite set in ways yet. I am writing more now. I just need to set the schedule in stone. The future doesn't seem so bleak. I'm not as happy as I was when I first moved it, but I am better than a week or so ago. I'm not drowning, just trying to swim against the current. I should probably try to write some now, so this is it for now.\ Don't stop dreaming, but try not to day dream too much, -D.J.