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Suigenocide


Everyone knew it but me. I had been outside thinking to myself, as I often do while at my grandmother's house. The marsh just outside the door is a tranquil place where I can often get rid of stress and settle internal conflicts.

I came into the house, and everyone was silent. A few were crying, and others grinning. My whole family knew something, and after a few awkward moments, I was told. Everyone was willing to commit suicide, as family because it was quite obviously 'The Will of God'.

It had been explained to me that God had given someone a vision just then that everyone was to end their lives and that was the only way they would go to heaven. Everyone else must be a nonbeliever and would go to Hell. When they told my family, everyone else had the exact same vision. And apparently, when they asked the neighbours, they all did too. Everyone in the neighbourhood had. Apparently, Mount Pleasant, South Carolina was very religious. After hearing all of this, knowing what they were planning... I was completely overwhelmed and I ran outside the door, swinging it open and slamming it closed.

I took off down the road, running. I looked to the left and right, and saw empty houses. Silence was evident. After about a quarter of a mile, I stopped. I had to escape everyone. I didn't want to die. I didn't receive the vision, and they all expected I had the same beliefs as them. I saw one house with a large front window. I went to it.

The door was locked, unfortunately. I wanted inside. I broke the giant window and stepped through. I walked through the house, and it appeared a middle-aged man lived there alone. This was proven to me when I walked into the kitchen and I saw him dead on the floor, in a pool of blood. I ran away from the body, without checking how he died. "Must've been a kitchen knife," I said to myself when I opened the door to their basement.

I went down there and sat on their couch in front of their television. I was thinking. I was so confused. How could everyone believe it ? Is Christianity real ? I didn't want to die. I didn't want to live in a world where tons of people had committed suicide. How many people, like me, would be left in the country ? I had never experienced such fear and confusion in my life. I turned on the television and my fears were exacerbated; the news was showing areas most affected by the vision. And there were stories of people marching in major cities and fights breaking out. There were robberies by non-Christians. I couldn't take it. I turned it off and went back into my thoughts. I felt fear. I didn't know what to do.

After some time, I decided I should return to my grandmother's house. I wanted to see what was going on there. As I left through the broken window, I saw a group of twelve-year-olds. About eight boys and one girl. They looked up at me, and didn't care that I had obviously broken into their neighbour's house. They continued their conversation of the least painful ways to die...

I walked back, slowly. When I came back, they were all going to walk to a nearby beach and somehow figure out how they would die.. They walked away and ignored me because I was obviously a heretic to them. And I saw my grandmother looking off into the distance standing by herself, and the wind from the storm blew her hair and clothes. And I looked up at the sky and it was a deep purple. Lightning struck off in the distance. My grandmother turned around and walked past me, with a disgusted look on her face. I thought that perhaps she had lost her love for me. I looked up at the storm, and it started to pour.

And then, I awoke.