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Ten Minutes

June 2, 2022
By Frello GOLD, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
Frello GOLD, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"People who can’t throw something important away can never hope to change anything."


Ten minutes. Ten minutes. Ten minutes…

Now Nine. 

Nine minutes left on this dying earth, left in this lonely universe, left of my worthless life and all I’m able to do is ponder the bit of time I have left. All I can do is deteriorate as I watch death creep closer second-by-second, minute-by-minute…

Eight. 

Eight minutes left. My muscles tense as my stomach growls and aches. Am I hungry? Was it hunger that stirred the pit of my stomach or the increasing dread of what’s to come? I know eating would be pointless anyways. By the time it processes through my body, I’ll be gone. But where will I go? After the bible was debunked no one has had a clue. Faith was lost. Hope was lost. Then humanity was lost. And now it’s just me.

Seven.

Seven minutes until the sun lurks close enough to the earth to broil everything on it. And that everything, or for better words “only thing”, is me. What have I done to deserve this? Why me? Couldn’t I have died with all the others? But no. It won’t matter. In six minutes I’ll be joining them. We all die eventually anyways…

Five minutes. 

My skin is tingling, the color shifting to red. Parts of my arm start blistering up. I can see the white and yellow pus formulating below the skin’s surface. Or maybe it’s just my mind fabricating visions to fit my irrational thoughts. Four minutes left and I’m slowly crossing the line to insanity. So this is death? Not the actual dying part, but what’s leading up to it. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to feel like this.

Three minutes. 

That’s how much time I spent crawling out of my bed this morning. That’s how much time I spent drowning in my sorrows to my favorite song. And with two minutes all I can think about is a clock, the hands spinning as if they are endlessly escaping danger. Each passing second, the grains of my life slip through a crack like an hourglass. That’s how much time I– I don’t have time.

One minute.

It’s funny. With one minute left of my life all I can see is myself. No thoughts of family or friends I once had fill my brain. It’s just myself. It’s always just been me. My egocentrism has brought me to this end and I’ve just now realized it with thirty seconds left to live. Fate has left me this terrible ending and now I finally know why. I don’t even have time to regret. I don’t even have time to think if only…



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