Memories, Darragh Mullally [bts books to read .txt] 📗

His name was Mark. A simple boy with a simple life. It wasn’t like he saw it coming. It wasn’t like he knew what was lying ahead… down the dark path. The dark road beyond him. Everyone was gone. He was the only one. Nobody to talk to…nobody to listen…Nobody.
All of that was ahead of him however. All he knew at the beginning was that he had slept in late for school, very late. There was never a morning that Mark had woken up without a shred of drowsiness. He called through the house “Mum?”… No answer, no relief. He called again and again, not expecting any answer, feeling more desperate with each wasted breath through the seemingly empty house.
He sat up in his bed. It was completely silent; his breath was the loudest sound in earshot. “Mum?” he called again, he had given up. He reached for his cloths and that was when he noticed the not on his bed side table. “Mark” it read, his mother’s handwriting “you need to know something, when you read this, me and everybody else will be gone. I trust you know what to do before leaving the house. All the supplies that are essential are on the kitchen table. Everyone has gone Mark. I won’t be coming back...Nobody will. You are on your own now. I want you to remember something. I will always love you and I am so sorry that we had to leave each other like this. I am very glad to have had you as my son. Goodbye” Mark let out a tear, and then the rest that were bulging in his eyes. Everyone in his life was gone.
After he had finished crying, he grabbed his schoolbag, which was full of schoolbooks and copies, and emptied it. He wiped his wet eyes and opened his closet. He grabbed a few sets of cloths before going down the stairs. It felt weird being alone, being isolated in this strange world. It had occurred to him that he would no longer have a normal life. He went to bed expecting a normal school day, laughing with friends and taking down notes from teachers. He’d preferred not to think about that. He grabbed his MP3 player and plugged it into the speakers in the sitting room. He played songs that always cheered him up. They still did the job.
He made himself some food and then got more bags for the food. When all the food was in bags he got his laptop and turned it on. He checked if he had a connection to the internet, He did. He went on to his browser and searched for recent news. He even went on the internet sites of news channels he knew. This was the first time he had ever been interested in the news, it would always depress him, but since he needed to know what was going on, he searched and searched again. Not getting any reasons for this ‘thing’ that had happened.
In all of his life, Mark had never been so lonely. It was weird knowing there was nobody out there. Nobody to talk to, or hear the sweet voice of. All his friends were gone. Everybody in his life was gone. All he knew was that he was lonely. He had wondered if he will have gone insane. Will he start talking to himself? All the questions had no answer at that moment. Mark closed his laptop put it in its case and gathered the other bags. It had occurred to him that he could just stay in the house. He saw nothing in the idea however.
Then he had an epiphany of sorts. He wouldn't need to bring all the bags of food since there were surely going to be houses full of food. He would stick close to his house just in case the houses were stripped clean of food like his before people disappeared. He separated the food bags from his other bags; cloths and laptop. His MP3 was in his pocket with the earphones in his ear playing music.
Before leaving the house, he looked back on all the memories of living in the house. A memory’s true purpose is to be remembered, and sadly, only he is around to remember them. He walked out the door, closing it behind him. He used to live in a housing estate but know it just looked like the middle of nowhere. He had woken up at ten o’clock in the morning, he had left at midday.
He walked next door into his neighbours house. It was locked, he knew about the alarm but it had been broken for months. Mark got a crowbar from the fireplace in his house. He struck at the window beside the door, a small tight window he could crawl through if he got rid of the shards of glass. When he was through, Mark looked in the kitchen, there was food. He had liked his neighbours. They were always nice people. Mark started looking for something to remember them by. He went upstairs into the master bedroom. He searched in a jewellery box and found a necklace he had seen the wife wear. He went to pick it up. Then he heard talking. It sounded like it was from the necklace.
‘Okay sweetie’ said a voice, it sounded like the wife. ‘Yay’ came the voice of a little girl ‘Be careful with my necklace okay?’ ‘I will mommy’ ‘Emily?’ ‘Yes mommy?’ ‘I need you
to be a good girl, we're going on a trip and I need you to always stay by my side. Can you do that for me?' 'Yep!' 'Good' Mark assumed the memory-thing was over. He recognized the voices. It brought happiness to Mark. Reminded him of how the world was. Before everyone disappeared.

Publication Date: 02-28-2013

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