Carlos B. Varela

Delusion

A locket. A fucking heart shaped locket. It's worthless to anyone except me. Pictures missing and it’s faded to shit, but it’s all I have from before. My name, John, is written on the front, even though it is starting to wear off. I know it’s super important to me, but all memories are jaded living in this new world. After who-knows-how-long, I’ve forgotten who I used to be. But still, you gotta take it one day at a time. Survival ain’t what it was like before. When the end started Mother Earth went haywire, plants erupted and over grew everything. Earthquakes changed the tectonic plates. Mountains were formed that never should have. Oceans levels rose super high, to the point where everything that once was, could be no more. But now, the world has dried up, everything is dying rapidly. It’s the end for not just us, but earth herself. Those of us still alive are seeing what’s really at the end. Just more death. Maybe that’s what we are all looking for, peace before we die. Hope is starting to flee more and more. Oh well. “We make the best of it, don’t we Ben?” I ask the man sitting behind me. He’s just out of sight, but I know he’s awake like me, he always is. At least I’m with the person that’s been with me since the end started, Ben. I follow what he tells me, it’s kept me alive for this long. He knows what to do.