The End of-

A Story by caitlinrosecyr

I spent most mornings sitting in the rays of sun coming through my window. Morning sun had always been the sun I loved and appreciated the most. The sun was always new at 6AM.

Newness and purity are things I love, pure white snow before a child steps in it. When things are simple, life is perfect. Which is why I restarted my life.

I picked up my coffee-stained mug from beside my bed before putting it in the sink and turning the tap on. The cup fills and then overflows with water. It's a disgusting color that the coffee at the bottom could not produce. It was the water. Dark brown, almost black, with a tinge of red. How weird. I turn the tap off.

It's extremely repulsive but I want to...

I wake up, head pounding. The mug is in shatters on the floor, and my leg is sitting in a growing pool of red. Inspecting my leg, I see no sign of any injury. Glancing to my other leg, then my arms, feeling over my stomach, back, and shoulders. There's nothing but in tact skin.

"Oh, you're finally awake."

"What? Who's there?"

"I am."

"And who are you?"

"Seriously Alison?"

"Yeah, seriously."

"It's just me, listen to my voice." There wasn't enough being said to distinguish this voice from any other voice that I've ever heard.

"Mmm, nope. It's not familiar."

"You're an idiot."

"I am not. You shut up." I push myself from the floor, going to switch on the light above the sink. It had gotten extremely dark. I choke down 2 or 3 or 4 ibuprofen to kill the headache.

"Don't take too many." The voice commented.

"Don't tell me what to do." I snapped.

"It's just suggestion. Come here."

"And where is 'here' exactly?"

"The bed is 'here'." Despite the better judgement I knew I had, I dragged my feet across my floor.

Sitting in silence, feeling the way their body shifted position every few minutes. But there wasn't really any form to be seen there. It was almost calming.

"Do you see the colors lighting up the sky?" What kind of question was that? I hadn't even noticed any colors in the sky other than black. "Well, do you?" the voice was growing impatient.

"No. There's nothing but black." I mumbled.

"Look again. Now, tell me, do you see the colors that light up the sky?"

"Yeah." this was a lie, I still didn't see anything but black. The floor beneath my feet was slippery with blood that poured from the wound I seemingly didn't have.

"Your brain is making them appear to you. Why do you think that is?"

"Am I dying?"

"Maybe. That's always a possibility. Now listen."

"Why should-"

"Shush." it sounded like screams from miles away.

"There are people screaming."

"Now what do you think this is?"

"People are dying."

"Maybe."

"Just maybe? You know, don't you? You're the one who keeps asking all of these questions." My voice had been annoyed before but now it was taking on this extremely frustrated tone.

"I can't just give you answers. You need to put the puzzle pieces together."

"Oh, I have two pieces, what a puzzle that is!"

"Patience is a virtue, Alison."

"How do you even know my name?"

"I know everyone's name."

"Who are you? God?"

"Maybe."

"You can't be God, there is no God."

"If there is no God, what is there?"

"Life and death."

"Now put the pieces together."

"So, you're saying that you're either life or death?"