IDEA - 8-30-2020
by
Patrick Ryan
1,550 Words
Let me make this distinction, first of all. I'm not suicidal because I want the world to end, that doesn't mean I want to kill myself. Yeah, maybe my death would be a by-product, but it would be worth it to end this nightmare. I'm so tired; I started to worry when I hadn't slept in 24 hours, then 48 hours, but now it's 72 hours, and I'm wondering when the adverse effects will kick in. I walk the streets at night, trying to solve my sleep problems. The air in this room is stale, and everything you say to me makes me want to snap. The phone rings, "This is Director Turnbull." I said, putting on my so-called, confident voice. "Director, this is General Fitzsimons of the USS Gerald Ford, Aircraft Carrier, there's just been a gigantic earthquake off the coast of Senegal, causing a tsunami that will hit the east coast in five hours, warn the ..." "Hello, hello, is anybody there?" As I hang up the call, I realize this is the sign I've been waiting for to end my nightmare finally. I'm just going to wait on this, just a little bit; I can't panic, I can't scare off the hallucinations. They're the only ones who know what to do.
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