Jay 'Blah' Beatson
"You've got to be kidding me.."
Beyond the point of disbelief, Jay's eyes gazed upon the nightmare that appeared before him.
From the clean and well maintained city streets transformed to nothing but dust and rubble, sky piercing buildings, now reduced to dust and stone. Cars torn from the ground below, found themselves in the most unusual places..Like between the doors of a non-existing hospital.
It was silent. Too silent for Jay's liking. A ghostly breeze blew past the group, causing Jay to cringe as the sun began to rise over the horizon and yet not a single bird fluttered past the warming glow, instead, the sun only illuminated the destruction that displayed before their very eyes. The haunted orange glow, casting shadows big enough to stretch towards them.
Jay dared to cross the border into the city..He couldn't.
Everything that had happened at that party, was all too real; the music, the vibe, the drinks...But most importantly, that foreign meteor which invaded his home city. For the first time in his life, Jay was speechless...Lost for words, everything just became too much for him. His city. His house. His parents. All the things he carried about, was erased out of his life.
Looking down at his hands, hair hanging over his forehead, Jay had realised that everything that projected before him, was all too real. He now hated reality, he couldn't stand the memories of what things used to be, yet strangely his stomach had seemed to have caught butterflies. Something was wrong with that hospital, as each and every muscle within his body, twitched very slightly. Something was wrong.
He kept his mouth shut, seeming as words couldn't flow out of his big mouth, no. For this time, his throat had become dry as his face stained with moist tears of helplessness. His mind replayed that very night, over and over again, yet Jay couldn't help but notice that they actually made it out alive. They could have easily been a part of the wasteland which was once known as 'Starlight City' but they hadn't. What made them survive? Logically they should have been killed within an instant.
Inhale
Exhale..
Jay looked over to the others, swiping away any evidence of that he was crying, followed by that childish sniffle that is constantly used by toddlers to show that they were finished with their temper trantrum. He didn't want them to know that he had been crying, yet alone upset at the very sight..He was afraid of them thinking any different of him, since he would usually get judged by everything that came out of his mouth.
His muscles were now contracting, tightening and straining, causing Jay to let out a groan of pain. His neck gave way to weight of his head, causing it to fall back as Jay collapsed down onto his knees. His eyes closed. With wildheart beats and his mind panicking, his body started to emit a dim green glow. Enduring all the pain, he couldn't help but wonder what on earth was happening to his sensitive body, was this the hosptial's doing? He did recieve a horrid stare by a nurse before he left...Or was he dying? Was this what death felt like? The pain that the people of Starlight City, had to put up with as the meteor made impact? Or was it a rapid death?
If he were to survive all this, Jay promised himself to ask Nash the load of questions that generated in his mind.
The pain gradually started to weaken, as his muscles started to calm down. Matter of fact, the green eyed chatterbox could now open his eyes, a slight part of him wishing that he was awoken in his bed, ready to regret everything that he had done the night before. But that sight never came. The eye-watering sight still projected infront of him, as Jay finally found his words again.
"That meteor was real...Everything, was real.." His voice cracked, still unable to believe reality.
"I'm pretty sure i'm not drunk either, but i swear to God..I really wish i was. I mean, look at this place? Where is everyone? Why are't we dead...And...And.." He paused, taking a glance at his footware, only to find a stain imprinted on them.
"Who did this to my shoes?" His voice echoed. Not because of the lack of civilisation, but because his voice had become so loud that it was louder than any shout. I've got to be drunk He thought, turning his head towards the others with a bemused expression painted all over his face.