The end of the world was here—and the only thing I could do was stand and watch.
The sound of screaming rung in my ears as I stood there staring into the sky.
But as I stood there, not getting into any ones way, and not moving a single step, someone still managed to run directly into me… Their impact knocked me directly to the ground.
As I landed on by backside, I let out a groan and grabbed my head—"Ouch!"
Even though they ran into me by accident, the impact felt more like they deliberately pushed me.
I slowly looked up and saw that whoever had run into me was already gone. They didn't even apologize, just kept running. I can't blame them though, but what's the point in that? No one can escape this.
As I got up brushing the dust off my skirt, I noticed that I was shaking violently, especially my legs. I immediately fell back down to my knees. Was it because I was scared, nervous, angry, maybe even disappointed?
I never got the chance to pursue my aspirations. Not that I even remember what they were anymore…
All I did was study so that I could make the most money possible. Not because I wanted to be rich, but because I wanted to support my family, as they are not doing to well and my father is hospitalized.
All those years I pored into my education…
All those years working my butt off to pay for it…
All those years not dating or even making friends just to focus on studies…
All those years gone in an instant.
I guess that doesn't really matter since I just took a low paying office job anyway. How did it take the world ending for me to realize I had already failed?
Well, at least I won't have any debt.
I caught myself chuckling at that.
Even at a time like this I was joking.
As I continued to ponder my life decisions, I wondered, "Why now?" Why could this not have happened after I lived a fulfilling life? After I had kids and they had kids. Why not after my great-great-great-grand-kids decided they didn't want kids? Then I would be fine with this happening.
—I was just being selfish. But does that really matter? Is it so bad that I wanted to live?
Without thinking I tried getting up again…
What am I doing? There is no running from this… I probably already said that…
Before I knew it, I lost my balance and fell back to my knees. I grabbed my stomach but it was too late, I lost my lunch.
This really isn't the time to be joking.
I looked up at the sky again, my vision was becoming more and more distorted. Jupiter was getting closer. Not that I could visually tell, but my body could.
It felt like I was being pulled and shoved down at the same time…
Like I was drunk, yet I was sober…
My chest ached, as if I was drowning…
My legs felt numb, while also feeling like I was sitting on sharp pins and needles…
None of this makes any sense… How did Jupiter even fall this far out of course…
All those people gazing at the beauty of Jupiter before realizing what was happening…
Why were we never warned about—
Before I could finish my thought, my mind started slipping in and out of conscious. The screams were getting quieter. Did everyone leave the city already? No, I could still see them.
Was this it?
I really wish I spent time making friends and maybe getting a boyfriend instead of working so much.
Would life have been more enjoyable this way?
All I could do was ponder and regret my life now… even though none of this mattered anymore.
I could feel my conscious slipping away as my body slumped over, becoming fully numb.
So many people, but no one was going to help me—no one could help me—and so, I died.
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After I died, what felt like a few moments had passed and I regained my consciousness. Though I wouldn't be able to tell you how long its actually been as I don't even know where I am.
Was this the afterlife? In a way it felt different but not by much.
I would have thought that my pain and worries would have gone away…
I also thought it would have a little more substance, not just being a dark area.
It wasn't completely dark though. I could see a bit of a purple glow coming from myself.
I looked down and could see myself glowing a bit. I still looked human and had a human figure, but didn't have any details such as wrinkles or finger prints. Instead, it looked almost like my skin held a galaxy, though it's difficult to fully explain what I see as I've never seen anything like it. Which makes sense for the afterlife.
I also seem to be floating… though I can't tell as everything is pitch dark, excluding myself.
After I finished analyzing my figure, I noticed that the pain was coming back, but it didn't feel the same.
Instead of an immensely painful and indescribable pain, it felt more like my chest was aching.
I looked down again but couldn't see anything wrong, I even tried grasping my chest but I couldn't.
I can't explain why, it was like my hand went through my chest but also didn't?
Maybe Jupiter's force caused me to have a heart attack, or more likely made my heart explode?
If that was the case wouldn't I be dead? I looked down at my hand... aren't I dead?
Maybe in the afterlife you live in the state your body was when you died, and since your already dead, you just feel the pain for eternity.
While normally this would suck, this pain is much more bearable than feeling like I'm being pulled apart forever… Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.
I looked up and saw what seemed to be multiple tentacles.
They all shared the same look as I did. Purple, glowing, and a galaxy look.
Before I could think they flew right toward me. I closed my eyes tight, thinking of any possible afterlife this could be, and heard an incredibly loud and somewhat alien like smash.
The sound continued multiple times—
"THUD"
"SMASH"
"SLAM"
"THUD"
As it continued, I slowly worked up the courage to look up and open my eyes. The sound was loud but I didn't feel anything.
All I could see was the multitude of tentacles smashing against what seemed like an invisible barrier, and every time they hit it, a purple shock wave went across the barrier's surface.
I stood there, or floated, pondering what I should do—but before I could even make a choice, my mind slipped away and I lost consciousness.
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I regained my consciousness, but this time everything was black, and the aching in my chest was replaced with a tingling feeling.
I could no longer feel the intensity of Jupiter. The atmosphere felt different, too different…
I slowly started to feel other parts of my body, was I actually still alive? If I was this doesn't feel like my body.
I could feel that I was somewhat sitting on a wooden floor, slumped against a wall. I somehow felt taller? I don't know how but I did. It also felt like I was wearing pants, but I can clearly remember putting on my suit skirt this morning?
Even more senses started to come back, but much more unpleasant ones.
It felt like wherever I was sitting was somewhat drenched in water, a puddle of water.
My shirt and pants also felt somewhat wet, but only the front of my shirt was wet.
It's then that I picked up a somewhat metallic iron like scent, and realized—
I was definitely sitting in blood, my blood.