Richard Brooks was bored. Bored didn't even cover what he was going through. He sat there- with his glazed eyes trying to focus on anything, anything at all.
He was at home, wondering what the point of it all was; characters flashed on his TV screen as he mindlessly thumbed his console.
He had scars and a bruise from when he'd fallen from his bike the day before which made for a great excuse to stay at home while his parents went to shop. Really, he thought, there wasn't much point to life- sticking around for 17 years had given him enough evidence to make that judgement. Anything anyone had invented or contributed to society means nothing- time would beat it all. As he saw it, humanity had been living on borrowed time and was eating into it more and more- the sheer odds of living things that were aware of themselves being created on a planet that could, by itself, sustain life was remarkable to say the least.
Everyone knew the universe was going to end- no one knew how, but death was inevitable- not even the grand scale of the universe could escape it. The way he saw it, if everyone could agree that the universe had a beginning, then it's practically impossible to deny that it had to have an end. Looking outside the window, the rain was starting to become slightly thunderous. As he thought more and more, the deeper into the void his mind fell. He could feel his emotions- anything that tied itself to humanity ebb away as he gradually went deeper into thought.
Desperate to avoid this train of thought, he let out a loud sigh as he heaved himself off the dusty couch to fetch the juice box from the fridge.
The juice box was empty. Great. Just great.
Opening the cupboard, he pulled out his cereal box and some milk.