The String
The string has been cut. Armageddon has come. My string has intertwined with so many others. My piece of tangled string. The fates have cut it short. It was already shorter than so many others but now they are all reaching the end. I wish I'd had more time. I'm too young, just 16 years in this world, but I do believe I have lived life the best I could, for the time I have been granted. There are so many things that could have happened. I just hope I have left some imprint on this world.
All those things that I wish I could have done. I will never grow up, finish school, get married or start a family of my own. The worst though, I will never get to apologise to my father for that argument that I caused when I ran away. I can never apologise to Percy for all the times I undeestimated him. And I can never apologise to Bobby and Matthew for running away leaving them alone.
If any of my friends survive I hope they will remember me too. I hope Thalia remembers the times we used to climb her tree and joke around about anything and everything. That Malcolm remembers all those arguments that went on for ages, boring everyone but us as we battled it out to the finish. But most of all I want Percy to remember the times we laughed together, and it was just us and the gang in our own world. They were family to me, our strings woven tightly together, and we will part soon as those very lifelines split away from each other. But we will remember.
Clouds rolling and boiling across the sky, quickly blot out the sun, bringing me out of my thoughts. I watch, fascinated by how such a terrible thing could be so beautiful. Clear pellets of water rain down hard and fast. They glimmer like diamonds, the light reflecting off them. The freezing wind howls around me, tearing and ripping at my clothes one minute, the next slacking off and just a light breeze replacing it, softly caressing my cheek with cool fingers. Clouds of dust rise up in the distance, a sure sign of things collapsing, yet i felt no fear. I do wish I'd had more time but I felt lucky to have lived such a good life. Now the rain is falling even harder, stinging my face and soaking through my tattered clothes. Fires spring up around me but are quickly snuffed out by the rain. Something hits me and I topple to the ground. Tiny diamonds fall around me as though i were a queen. A single ray of sunlight escapes the dense clouds, illuminating one sole flower, its vibrant petals as red as blood. It stands leaning in the wind, a new life in all this chaos. Then it is torn out of the ground and buffeted away by the wind. Yes, beautiful.
Once again i think of my father and friends, and what could have been. But this is life, we all must fade, and my time has come. The string has been cut...
