The Day the World Ended

Authors Note: Just a little drabble, so not much to say. Just let me know what you think!

I've heard people talk about how someday the world will end. I've heard people say that the world will end and the savior will come back, and blah, blah, blah.

I've heard Johnny explain it in his quiet little voice.

I've never really believed it.

The world doesn't just end. The world keeps on spinning. The world doesn't end or give way to a better place. The world keeps on spinning. It doesn't give two shits about us.

Today the world ended.

Today Johnny took his last breath. Today his big black eyes opened for the last time, and he spoke the last words he'd ever get to speak.

'Stay gold'

They weren't to me.

The world can be cruel.

Johnny was my entire world. I don't remember when it became that way, just that it did.

Just that at some point everything became about him. At some point he became my focus, my reason, my drive.

He's dead.

The world's over.

The world doesn't keep spinning. Eventually it stops.

Eventually it stops, and there's nothing you can do. It's not about how much you care, or what you would do, or what you did do. Sometimes the world just stops.

When the world stops you lose everything. There's nothing left. There's nothing left to care about, nothing left to do. Just empty space. Just a broken heart that still beats in your chest, painfully in your chest.

Just stiff air that's hard to swallow.

You had things to do. Things that maybe you didn't have much faith in, but you still had them to do.

Now you have nothing.

You have blood pumping through your veins and water pulling at your eyes. But you have nothing.

You have a pain in your gut, an empty feeling. You have buzzing in your ears.

But you still have nothing.

The world's over. The world stopped spinning.

The world didn't give two shits about you. The world always favored someone else.

Maybe you just didn't take care of the world like you were supposed to. Maybe if you had it would've kept spinning.

It's not fair. Nothing ever is. Not for me, not for any greaser.

Not for the world.

But it's not about what you deserve. It never was.

Sometimes the world just stops, and it's not fair. It's not right. But it happens.

I know it happens.

And I figure that if the world's over, then I might as well be dead.