I always said I wanted to be alone. Always pushed everyone away, claiming to not need anyone.

I never knew how wrong I was until everyone started disappearing.

At first, it started as a rumor. Just a simple rumor of ‘have you heard of people disappearing?’ Then a teacher disappeared. Then students. The principal.

And at that point, everything became full-fledged panic. People started shutting themselves inside, but every day they’d disappear no matter what.

The government didn’t know what to do. Nobody did. We went to war on ourselves over arguments of how to fix this, killing thousands.

The war never technically ended, there was just… very few people left at that point. The government disbanded officially when there was only five members of the whole system left.

And now… here I sit, on a roof of some building, looking down at what used to be my hometown.

The sunset paints reds and yellows across the sky in vibrant slashes. The town is silent. Crashed cars and lost items litter the streets below.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen another person. Two years, maybe? Three?

I’ve searched all the houses in my area. Breaking down doors and screaming into the empty houses, crying, begging for anyone to answer me.

I just wish I wasn’t alone.

If anyone sees this…

I am dead. I’m sorry, I held out as long as I could, but…

…I guess I wasn’t strong enough.

Don’t forget.

-Anonymous