Personal Narrative-Nothingness !

As soon as I got there, I immediately noticed the bodies on the ground. I didn't recognize any of them (thank God), but it piled on even more guilt. There were still a lot of Risen up and kicking, but there was noticeable progress. In the distance, I saw blurs of bright blue and a brilliant red (and black?) weaving through the dull grey of the undead. While I was standing around daydreaming, they already got this much done...

I don’t quite know how to explain what happened next. It was like being in a sensory deprivation tank, but I could feel—no that's not right—I could sense something different was moving toward me.

“Why am I here? What happened to me? Who am I?” Everything was happening so fast, It felt like i couldn't breathe. I began to cry.

It had been along time since something new had entered my world. Amongst the ruins of our space elevator, I sat, head bowed, and payed my respects to a whole civilization lost. The rusted steel and crumbled mortar only amplified my grief. Rotating my mandibles I rose, and scuttled out into the hive proper, or what was left of it. There used to be noise, movement all accross our home, the workers furthering the goals of our Mother, the advisors contstatly planning our expansion into all of the fertile worlds of our system. Now, as I move through the entrance mound, there is only silence, and the sound of my chitin clicking harshly against the floor, echoing in a way I had once found eirie.

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

eye. A shadowy figure began to slowly approach me. I felt a chill go down my spine. I began

I thought that I would never open my eyes again. Not after what had happened to me. No one ever survived the Solemn forest.

The whole experience felt so dreamlike, I stamped my foot in the shiny new shoe. I felt and heard the stamping.

surroundings except the rapid beat of my heart. It resembled the ugly screech of someone

One day, my dad was setting up my new Xbox 360. My uncle had gotten a new Xbox 1, so he gave me his old one. I was excited, because I didn't have to play on my dad’s Xbox. Then, for some reason, I called my mom an idiot. My dad HATES it when people talk like that in our house, and I know he would definitely not like it if I called my mom that. Plus, he was a little bit cranky that day. When my dad heard this, he went ballistic. He was screaming about how disrespectful that was and then he yanked out the cord`s of the Xbox from the wall. Have you ever had that feeling where you know something is going to happen and everything slows down? That is what happened to me. My dad raised the Xbox high above his head. His face was red and on his face.

More people would understand if I was in a wheelchair. Everything would be clear if I had a terminal illness or something wrong on the outside. The problem is that my wounds aren't discernible to most people. My scars aren't tangible. Instead of receiving sympathy from those I first let in, I was told to get over it. I was told that I wasn’t depressed because I have a loving family. I was told I wasn’t sad because I’m well off, because I do well in school, because I’m a guy. Despite that, I learned to find strength in my brokenness so I could make myself whole again.

It was a rainy afternoon-turned-evening and I was faced with the struggle of rummaging up something to eat. I was alone, and cooking for one is never that exciting (to me), I find a sweet pleasure in cooking for others, witnessing their satisfaction with each bite as your sign of endearment. Before I lamented at the thought of cooking for myself, a recipe popped into my mind, shifting my thoughts to excitement. It's one that I'd been wanted to try and just so happened to be the perfect meal to brighten up this grey day, plus it was simple, like really simple.

It was eating me up from the inside. Maybe I had gone completely mad over guilt. Maybe it wasn't loss like I had always assumed

Nothingness. It is what I believe becomes of us when we pass, and to be honest, it scares the shit out of me. I've always fantasized about leaving my mark on this world, leaving something behind that people will remember me by. As time has gone by, I have realized this was just the fantasy of some naive young man who will never do anything special with his life, much like 99% of the population.

I felt pain and pleasure as humans do. I felt angry, sad, and happy as humans do. I felt like humans do, but I was no human, and neither are you. I was awakened by clapping. When the crate that concealed my bare body opened, My creator told me to step out, and I did so for it was what I was programmed to do. I was blinded by the light of day in which I haven't been exposed to for weeks. It took me awhile to adjust to my surroundings but after a brief moment I was able to come to my senses and figure out that I was just at another press conference. These conferences happen on a monthly basis. Most of the time My creator would just show me off to the press. He started speaking to the crowd.