I wrote a thing!
They've been going out. one by one. The night sky grows darker so slowly but so surely and no one is saying anything. Those bastards will let everything fall down, it's all going down the loving drain. As the lights go o-o-o-out we all begin to fa-a-a-ail. But, no, the stars are disapearing, not dying, leaving. I've se-e-e-en it they move, slowly, over days, Over weeks, over m-o-o-o-onths. Started, oh, I don't know, a year ago. I was looking up one night, then another, and I no-o-o-o-ticed Canis Major had moved, ever so slightly, up and to the right. From my perspective. Night by night the stars move farther and farther until after a time they just dis-s-s-s-sapear. Why? WHY? WHY? I DON'T loving KNOW WHY BUT IT'S NOT GO-O-O-OD. I can't do it. Watching them move. I never would have noticed if not for the pictures I took. I pointed a camera at the sk-k-k-ky and left the shutter open when it got dark. And I did this every day, for three months, it's what's driving me insane I-I-I-I've seen it. It twists and turns and draws to one point right above me. A circle in the sky, they get to it and just, poof. But they don't die I know it becaus-s-s-se, the internet told me. It did, people in China, they see the stars dis-s-s-sapearing too. They watch with better equipment. They watch with keener eyes. They grow smaller and smaller, they go away, d-d-d-don't die just leave. But where, why, how. No no no no no; HOW THE forget SHOULD I KNO-O-O-OW. I watch. I wait. Someone said it was a black hole. No, they are drawn in to the spot then repulsed away but how come. Are they saying something? Are they trying to show us someth-th-th-thing? NOOOOO! We need to do something about this this needs to be stopped. Launch sattelites, rockets, missles, bombs, things that will stop them from moving or things that will make them tell us why we aren't moving. Light. It is in the center of the hole in the sky, it is a single pin point of light but can only be s-s-s-seen well with a telescope. It's just a pin of light nothing special it seems. But now I worry... It grows day after d-d-d-day after EVERY loving DAY! Just little bits, less than can be observed with the naked eye. But the stars stopped moving. What little bit of stars there are, they stopped moving. And now, just now, people worry. THOSE BASTARDS SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING YEARS AGO WHEN IT STARTED!!! Someone came by today. He asked about it. He knew I had been posting online. He was with someone, oh, I should say though, the sunglasses, the earp-p-p-iece, the suit. I didn't tell him though, I told I was joking, I told him it wasn't real. He walked back to his car and drove away without saying a word. No plates. But tonight the light it can no longer be covered up with a pin point it's bigger. It's getting so much bigger so much faster. I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I'm so scared. 3 months and the light keeps getting bigger. The men keep coming by he looks like the same man but he's different but looks the same. But finally they say who they are. They are /them/ they are /the man/ they are the ones that keep us from all dying. They come to m-m-m-me not to tell me to stop and not to tell me to k-k-k-keep going. They say they don't care, it won't matter. I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die. They say when the reset is hit I won't come back because I'm too observant. They say I can come with them and be saved... No. No no no. I don't want to live that life. I can't live that life, I won't. They haven't been back. But the light keeps growing. It can barely be covered with my thumb, it's the size of the moon. The m-m-m-moon. It hasn't moved it loves us it won't leave us it will be our protector. They call me mad, they say they can't see it, I see it. People have stopped talking about it as if it's all ok but it's NOT loving OK! The light keeps growing the stars stopped moving but no one can see it. Why. I don't want to die. Another month, another centimeter, no one talks to me. The crazy guy talking about the light. I can see it during the day it hasn't stopped. Oh that's the worst part now. I can see it during the day, not bright enough to light the night but big enough to be seen over the glare of the sun. Two years to the day. The light can't be covered. It can't be ignored. It makes the n-n-n-night b-b-bright now. I don't want to die. The man comes back for one more visit. No I don't want to join him. But maybe. I tell him to come back later. Another 2 weeks, another two centimeters. The man comes back, this time I invite h-h-h-him in. He says that he works for an organization, a sort of academy, they learn about the world and what we don't know. Did you know the worms aren't figments of your imagination? They burrow and dig and find prey in isolation and they eat them. These people they've done this before. So m-m-m-many times. I never see him reach for the tea but his cup drains. I don't want to die. I say yes. He says, "Then wait." And he leaves. I'm going to die. I don't want to die. One more month. It lights the night, I can't sleep for more than an hour or two at a time the light is so bright. I Don't know if it's day or night. The man came back, asked me how I was feeling, I told him about the sleep. He gives me a watch and pills, tells me to take one at 9PM then lay down. He leaves. 2 more weeks, it's larger than the sun now and growing faster. He comes back. Why can't the rest of them see it? WHY ME WHY ME? He says I'm sp-sp-sp-special. He leaves. 13 days. It's so big I can't block it with my whole hand. He comes and tells me it's time, then leaves. The light grows and grows and grows. It burns. A hole appears in the ground, they say it on the news. The world is seeing it now. Everyone is panicking. Not me, not now. The light goes right through the hole and out the other side of the earth. China says it goes through the hole in the stars. Th-th-th-the light is so intense the b-b-b-burning is so strong. I won't die. But I do. And then it was over. I wake up. It was a dream? I breath a sigh of relief. The sun is in the sky and that's the only light there. Two days later. He's back. No. No no no. NOOOOOOOO!!! But he takes me. "Welcome," he says, "We've been waiting." And so I went.
First draft, all done in notepad at 3 in the morning while procrastinating to avoid writing an actual finals paper. Grammar/punctuation/ indentation is poor because... 3 am in notepad... Criticize this bitch!
