We have been waiting for years. For only one thing. The alpha. The beginning of a real world. Where nobody lived in pain. Earth is a isolated and lonely place now. Nobody knows what year it is, what day it is, what time it is. The world was knocked slightly out of place, when hit by a comet, destroying all of the eastern hemisphere. I, luckily lived on the western hemisphere. Now, there is no western hemisphere. It is all either ocean, undiscovered, or moon-like desert. But, the comet didn't just completely wipe out all of Asia, Europe, Africa, and Australia, but it also wiped out half of north and south america. Now, it's come to survival of the fittest. Nobody wanted it to, but there are too many people, and not enough food, space, or water. I almost stabbed my own brother in the back, but before I get into details about the world, I should tell you the story of the alpha.
The story of the Alpha, is that the beginning will one day come. This is the first millennium., Soon, the alpha will come. The day that life as a perfect world will come. A day when the world will seize the way it's been living, and turn to a more perfect world. The Alpha is a dream, that everybody wants to get to, but very few people will.
I am just a girl. Only 17. But I will make it to the Alpha. My name is Amnesia. My parents gave birth to me, the same day that the comet hit the earth. Also the same hour, minute, and second. They did it, because they hoped that they were dreaming, and would wake up, and none of this would be real. But unfortunately, they never woke up from that dream.
I grew up, defending myself, being told to rely on nobody but yourself, and your family. This led me astray. To believe that I was the only person I could trust.
When I was 16, my parents, and older sister, Rowan, were killed by my aunt. It was only my brother, Evan, and I. At that point, I thought it would be worthless to put family into mind. I thought it'd be better to just get it over with. Only 100 people could be supported on this earth, with adequate food, water, and shelter. I had 1 out of 4 chances to make it. Which is bigger than it used to be. I'm pretty lucky to be here, and still have survived the easiest part. Though it was the easiest, it wasn't too easy either. You could kill anybody, and it wouldn't have made an impact. Now, it's harder to sneak up on someone. Harder to kill someone. Harder to even find someone, but if you did, it would be more known.
I thought that since it's hard to kill one person, and that it'd most likely be that my brother and I would one day have to face off, I thought that if I killed him in his sleep, when he wasn't trying to fight back, it would be better. I thought that since he was stronger, it would be easier for me this way. I didn't have a long period of time to kill, he only sleeps for 3 hours, and I need to sleep too. Now, not many people can pull off not being able to sleep though. I'm not one of those people too. I'm worn, trying to find food, and water for us. So, at night, I leave a note on the door of our house. It says,
With no address, he doesn't know it's me.
I leave, saying I'm getting food. He goes to bed, knowing he'll probably have to watch my sleep once I get home.
When he sleeps, I sneak in through the window at night. All I know is that I want this to be over with soon, so I can quickly be depressed, and move on. I got my sharpest knife, so he would wake up, or suffer.
As I sneak into the window, my heart beats. I remember my dad, saying that no matter what, I could always trust him, my mom, my sister, and my brother. All I want to do is scream. I wish that I didn't have to do this. Didn't have to remember this now, but as usual, I do anyways.
I pull the blankets just slightly off of his chest, so I can go directly to the heart.
I take my knife out of the back pocket of my leggings. As I hold it over Evan's chest, tears flood my eyes, so I can't see, but I make myself quiet, so that there are no noises, but a small trickle of my tears hitting the cold cement floor.
I say, and bring the knife down.
But I can't do it.
The knife falls, leaving a small cut.
I lye down quickly, putting my knife at my side before he wakes up.
He still has the scar.
He never found out why he has it, until now.