I'd like to say i'd do something cool, but after seriously considering it, i'll just be honest. [i]why now? Why the -blam!- now?[/i] I thought to myself. I was watching the newscasters attempt to calmly relay what was going on as we all waited for the world to end. I got up and stared at my parents, my brother. [i]this isn't -blam!-ing FAIR! I haven't gotten to live my life yet![/i] I screamed at nothing. They were long gone. Curled into submission by the realization that their exsistence was being cut short. But not me. I was too angry. I walked outside and screamed towards the sky, tears forming in my eyes. It wasn't fair to me or my brothers or to FUСKING ANYONE. The universe just keeps going. How many billions of times had this happened across the cosmos? The universe didn't care. I did. We were nothing. There was nothing we could possibly do to stop it. Not anymore, we had already tried. It just kept falling over and over again. I couldn't even save myself from this bullshit. I was only a kid. A kid that would never grow up. Never have a life. A family of my own. I got angry again, because that's all I knew I could do. I punched walls and bloodied myself for what seemed like hour after hour until I heard the alarms go off and the sky went white. Then I woke up.