I take a deep breath and press the button for the intercom speaker.
“Who is it?” I ask in a huff.
I view the tiny monitor before me, but then I remember it’s broken––ancient technology. There’s no way I’ll be able to see anything through this hunk of junk.
“Special delivery for Room 429,” says a cheery voice on the other line.
I place my hands behind my head and keep watching the ceiling, unable to focus on one particular light in front of me. I notice a few more specks, flickering about. What exactly are these dots?
In a blink of an eye, everyone I know is suddenly dead. These are my options. One way or another, regardless of the outcome, it never has a happy ending. This is my curse, my reason for living in solitude.
This is neither my home nor the Earth I was born on. I doubt that I’m on a planet at all. Knowing this is millions of years into the future, I wasn’t supposed to be alive in such an era.
It doesn’t actually bother me––I don’t hate it here. Don’t love it either. It’s complicated, but I just don’t belong anywhere, and I really don’t have much of a choice on where I go. I can choose to stay or die.
But once again, I’m stuck within the shadows of a meager existence. No job. No money. No way of making a living for myself. Luckily, I found out I have a savings account listed under my real name.
Hello, darkness. We meet again.
My eyes are wide open as I gaze at nothingness. I’m looking through the wall and into the oblivion. Staring at the ceiling, it’s completely pitch-black and yet I don’t seem to mind. There’s a slight feeling of peace. A calm, fleeting glimmer of hopelessness.