Chapter one
If you’re reading this right now…
Stop.
Shut off your computer,
pour the coffee in the trash,
And forget you ever clicked this forum NOW before it’s too late.
Okay. That’s it. Now it’s too late. Now you HAVE to read this story. And if you stop—even for a second—you’re doomed. The dominoes have already fallen, your fate is set, and the only way you’ll survive, is by reading this story to it’s very end.
Sorry, but I tried to warn you…
It’s complicated to explain but the moment you began reading this; the world started to end—I know sucks right? But look if you’re gonna take anything away from all this; it’s this one thing. It’s not my fault.
This all started with my friend and his dumb antics.That's what I tell myself. But truthfully, deep inside I know that none of this would have happened if I’d just pressed ignore call.
HOW IT ALL ENDED
It took four minutes for the world to end. Can you believe that? Everything we know and love about this beautiful planet died in about the same amount of time it takes to microwave a hot pocket. In four minutes there was suddenly no more parties, no more parents, no more dates, and no more friends.
Just chaos…
In truth I haven’t really had much time to think about it until now. It all happened so fast.
The night before the event that changed everything, I had the best night of my life and I was too drunk to remember it all. When I woke up at two in the morning I saw Sarah laying next to me. Her delicate figure was so serene as she slept. She looked like an angel. I put my arm around her and she awoke turning in the covers to face me. We kissed.
“Hey you,” she said and smiled. The in the dim light of the Tv we’d left on her, light blue eyes reflected the glow shining like diamonds.
“Hey,” I said hugging her close to me, kissing her again.
“That was great,” she said.
“Yeah, it was,” I agreed. “I just wish I wasn’t so hung over.”
She adjusted in my arms so we could lay more comfortably facing the TV.
“I wish we could lay like this forever.”
“Why don’t we?” I asked. Sarah arched her eyebrows.
“Oh yeah? Don’t you have class in the morning?”
“I’ll skip.”
,Sarah sat quietly for a moment and then said “No. I won’t let you do that. Besides you’d just be wasting your time with me.”
She got up, her naked body pale in the TV light as she found her clothes and started pulling on her underwear. I’m not even gonna pretend I didn’t look.
“Why?” I pressed “We have fun together. I know you like being with me. Why would you go back?”
Sarah said nothing. She reached for her bra, realized it was broken, and just pulled on her shirt without it. I got out of the bed to meet her but regretted it immediately when my head started spinning. God I hate hangovers. Sarah reached for the door and I sat on the bed wanting to argue with her but barely having the energy to keep my eyes open.
“I’m sorry Eric, but you know this can’t work. I shouldn’t even be here,” she reasoned.
“But you ARE here,” I countered.
“No I’m not!” she snapped. “I’m married and you know that. This was a mistake.” She stepped out of the room.
“Sarah, don’t go. Just wait!” mustering what little strength I had I ran out into the hall way. “Please, stay. You don’t have to go back to him. He doesn’t disserve you and if you don’t believe me. Look at the bruises on your arm.”
Sarah stopped in mid-step. “Eric…”
“No listen!” I said “Sarah, we can leave right now. We’ll drive right out of this city. We’ll find a small town out in the country without all the noise. And we’ll spend the rest of our lives making each other happy.”
Sarah hesitated. She wanted to stay, I could tell by the way she stood like she was tempted to run back to me then and there. But she didn’t.
“I’m sorry Eric but I have to go,” she said. She didn’t look but I could hear her torn emotions in her voice. To this day I regret letting Sarah leave. If only she would’ve stayed then none of this would’ve happened.
BEEEEEP!!!! BEEEEEP!!!!! BEEEEEEP!!!
I swear I have the most annoying phone in the world. Waking up after a hangover is hard enough but with the insistent sound of my phone drilling my ear. It just made life miserable. I sat up immediately and tossed the phone across the room. And the sound stopped.
Good now I can—BUZZZZ!!! BUZZZZZ!!! BUZZZZ!! God damn vibrate function. I sat up and slid out of the bed and reached down for my phone and picked it up. Without looking at the caller ID I already knew who it was.
“What, Sean?”
“FUCK!! Dude, I’m in trouble man. I-I don’t know what’s going on…”
I sighed. This was normal for Sean. He goes out and tries these random drugs at parties and expects me to bail him out in the end. Typical.
“Sean, just chill man. I’m on my way. You just need to calm down. I’ll pick you up man.”
“No! Eric you don’t understand. Shit! Look man, did you stay at Michael Hamptons party last night? I didn’t see you where’d you go?”
“I left early,” I said but in my mind I thought about Sarah and how I’d seen her at the party. Then we’d gone back to my place and…
“Shit! Man this is some fucked up shit!”
Sean was freaking out, I’d never heard him like this before. He must’ve tried something really hardcore.
“Look man, where are you?” I said “I’m coming to get you— “
“NO! Stay there,” Sean said “wait actually, you know my baseball bat in the closet?”
“Yeah,” I said not sure where he was going with this.
“Grab it you’re gonna need it.”
Ok, this was getting strange. “Look, man I’m coming to get you. Just stay tell me where you are I’ll come and find you.”
It was four o’ clock in the morning so the roads were still empty. I took all the back roads driving as fast as I could in my jeep. I found Sean in a park laying on one of the slides in the play ground. Even in the morning light I could tell his face was pale and gaunt and his eyes looked terrified like he’d seen something horrible. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. What stood out the most, was that on covering his shirt and nearly his entire body were splashes of blood.
“Oh my God Sean is that you’re blood?!!”
Sean weakley shook his head. I handed him the caramel mochiatto I got from starbucks.
“Okay, speak!” I commanded “Tell me what the fuck happened. And why you’re covered in blood.”
“Not here man.” He raised his arms and I lifted him up half dragging and half carrying him to the Jeep. I sat him down in the back seat and buckled him in.
“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” I asked.
Sean lifted his head weakly. He could barely keep his eyes open. God Sean what the hell have you gotten into, I thought.
“It’s the freakin end of the world man,” he said and after that was all I could get out of him. The whole way back to the apartment he lay passed out on the window.
Sean slept on the couch, still as a rock. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest I would’ve thought he was dead. But if I didn’t do something quick he would be soon. He was burning up. I stripped his clothes down to everything but his boxers and sat him in a tub of cool water. I propped him so his head stayed above the water then collapsed onto the floor exhausted. I noticed the blood that stained his skin from head to toe began to wash off turning the water orange. What the fuck?! This is bad Eric. Bad! I kept telling myself. I got up and paced back and forth in the living room.
Outside a light rain tapped against my dirty windows. It was barely six o’clock in the morning and already it felt like a long day. Mom, I’ll be honest. If I said that I didn’t know what to do, I’d be lying. Moments before Sean passed out I asked him where I should take him. He pleaded with me to bring him back to my apartment but I knew that would be wrong. I should’ve called the police. I should’ve taken him to the hospital. Not a day goes by that I don’t wonder what would’ve happened if I’d done either of those things.
Why didn’t I do the right thing? I’ll tell you. Ít’s because I was selfish. I’ve known Sean since we were kids. We grew up together like brothers. Sean was always the one into wild things. Everyone liked him. He made people laugh. He went to the coolest parties, did the coolest things, hungout with the coolest people. And some how he managed to bring me along. I’m not what you’d call the coolest person. In high school I was in the marching band and Sean was the lead singer of a Rock band. If that doesn’t put things in to perspective, nothing will. I needed Sean. He is the only cool thing in my life. I needed him to be my friend and I needed him to like me.
I checked his pockets. But all I found was some line, a small gram, and a cell phone. The ass didn’t even carry an idea! Running out of places to check I noticed Sean’s black leather jacket abandoned on the floor a few feet away. I checked its pockets and…bingo! I found a pill bottle stuffed in one of the sides. It was a little red canister with a white top but nothing was in it.
“Sean, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?” I said to myself out loud.
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! I heard knocking sounds at the door and I jumped. What could it be now? I opened the door to see a red headed girl standing in the hallway.
“Christine, what are you doing here?” I asked opening the door only a crack. Christine craned her neck to see in.
“I was in the hallway walking Biffy and I heard weird sounds,” she said. “Biffy won’t stop barking at your door.” Not only was Christine weird and annoying as heck because of her aggravating dog but I also suspected she had a crush on me, which made privacy almost impossible.
“Look Christine, as much as I’d love to talk right now, I really don’t have time for—.”I heard splashing sounds. I left the door and I ran back into the bathroom. Sean was leaning over the edge and he looked up at me.
“Dude,” he said then puked over the edge and all over my floor.
“Gross!!” Christine said. She was standing behind me. “He looks sick.”
I had had enough. I wrapped Sean in one of my robes and stuffed him in the back seat of my Jeep. I took the pill bottle and stuffed it in my front pocket. I didn’t know what it was but I was gonna find out. I backed up and started to pull out of the parking lot but stopped when I saw a red headed figure running towards me. I rolled down the window as she approached.
“What do you want Christine?”
“I forgot I left the door open but he normally doesn’t leave and I checked the hallway and he’s missing.” She said all in one breathe, panting.
“Okay, slow down.” I said “Who’s missing?”
“Biffy!!”
I narrowed my eyes. I didn’t have time for this. “Look,” I said in the most soothing placating voice I knew. “I have to take my friend to the hospital. If I see your dog, I promise I’ll bring him back to you.”
That seemed to calm her down. “Okay, thank you!” she said. I nodded, rolled up my window, and finished backing out. That morning would be the longest morning of my life. I thought things were as bad as they could get. I was wrong.
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