The Remaining [Lock, please]

[Sar19]

Just a page of writing. This is my first fanfic and I wanted it to be somewhat serious ('cause those are the type of stories I like making) so I made it that he hates his parents and will love being on his own for a year. This is just to see if i'm good at this. Anyway, here it is! Tell me what you think!

 

The Remaining

 

[spoiler=1]

I woke up to the brilliant light that seeped through the curtain that covered the window, wanting to stay under my sheets, since I always had to wake up to my horrible and uncaring family. From the age of 10 (which was only 4-years ago) I realized that my parents and twin brother, Riley, did not care about me at all. They wouldn't care if I packed up the few possessions I had and ran away from the sad, lie-filled place that I called home since my birth. They wouldn't rethink the thought of me being shipped away to a boarding school so they could have all the time they possibly could without me ever existing to them. If I died in my sleep, be it natural or murdered, they would pretend to be completely shattered and would say that my absence would be noticed for the rest of my family's life. Really, though, they didn't care about me. Of course, they never showed it, but I had my ways of figuring things out myself. I simply gathered the information I knew about my family and my surroundings, my parents' history, any notes taken, pictures taken, I can even read expressions quite well. All this combined lead me to the conclusion, the truth, that I was unwanted in the household.

 

All in all, I didn’t particularly like my family (that’s putting it lightly). I didn’t want to wake up every single day with my rueful parents (rueful for conceiving me) and “evil” twin brother waiting to either ignore me or torment me.

 

Any who, when I woke up, I instantly decided that I would sleep in, since I YET AGAIN didn’t get any sleep, what with worrying about the dreams and what not. I turned onto my side and pulled the covers over my toes that were sticking out at the end. My “parents” wouldn’t get me a new bed when I asked for one a year ago, and nowadays nothing has changed. I felt the weariness of my worrying from last night, and I fell asleep in what I presumed what was 5 minutes later.

 

Again, I woke up, only this time I was much more refreshed. I turned to look at the digital clock, with its large red numbers stating that it was 10:37 AM. School (since it was Thursday) had started at 8:45. While my family didn’t care about me, they always woke me up to go to school at 8:00 the latest. What the…? Did they leave the house or something? It took a few tries, but with little effort after that I managed to push myself upwards into a sitting position. I was experiencing a backache, but it was only minor, so I was able to twist my feet so that they hanged over the edge of the bed, and I stood up. I slowly got dressed into a red long-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans. No rush when the family isn’t there. I quickly exited my bedroom and ran up the stairs, where I then walked to the kitchen. I made myself a bowl of “Rice Krispies” with milk, ate it without haste and then I went to the living room to stare out the window, to confirm my suspicions.

Surprisingly, the grey van was in the driveway. My family wasn’t in the house. Where could they have gone? I decided to call my mother, which I only do in an emergency, not that she ever cares. I dialled the number on the telephone and waited until a voice replied that she couldn’t answer the phone. I put the telephone back down, and that was when I realized that something wasn’t right. I was still in the living room, and when I looked outside the window, there was no one walking down the street, and no cars in the neighbours’ driveways. My neighbour, Mr. Tram, never went anywhere with his car, so why was it not there, and why was my family’s car the only one on the street? I hurriedly ran to the entrance and opened the door. When I did, there was an envelope waiting for me on the doorstep. I was extremely confused by that time, but I picked the envelope up and opened it to take out the paper inside. It was a letter addressed to me. The letter was relatively short. It said:

 

To Alexo Matt,

 

In a year, you will know the truth. For now, let’s let the story play out with the two remaining humans on Earth. I am Ghaman, the omnipotent spirit outside of space. I am everywhere and nowhere.

 

Signed, Ghaman.

 

That was it, but the short letter only made me even more confused. Was this real? What will happen in a year? Am I really the 2nd to last human on Earth, with someone else still out there? And who the hell is Ghaman, God or a jokester or something? These questions became stuck inside my head and never left while I exited the house to walk around town in the hopes that I will answer these questions.

 

Ghaman? Two remaining humans? Was this a sort of game made by this Ghaman, a joke or a getaway from my family? Either way, I knew that I would do well in this situation. I have kept many things from my family that will help me to survive this type of situation.

 

 

[The Borg]

I think the dude isn't thinking logically. Shouldn't he have used the internetz?

[Sar19]

If you mean to see whether he's the last human on earth, then yes, he could've used the internet, but he first went out to see for himself.

 

Originally, I planned for him to come back and then realize that the internet will help.

 

If you don't mean that, then what do you mean?

[The Borg]

That's exactly what I meant.

[DARKPLANT RISING]

I woke up to the brilliant light that seeped through the curtain that covered the window, wanting to stay under my sheets. I had no dreams last night, and was glad that it finally happened, since I always had dreams about my horrible, uncaring and unintelligent family.

 

This way of starting isn't really what I'd call good. I would rather explain how I had an "horrible, uncaring and unintelligent family" by one of the following two ways:

-Have the kid walk down and then have is parents roar in the kid's face

-Make him walk down the stairs, where there are many pictures of the smiling family, with none of thme including the kid, so you can show instead of telling

 

I only read fan fics when the first three paragraphs stand out. Try again please.