I sit outside, ignoring the chilling cold that fails to make me shiver, staring intensely up into the inky black midnight sky, spattered with a chaotic mess of twinkling stars.

Some flicker, some inflame, all pulsating and alive. Exploding and imploding. Destruction and disorder.

Everything is falling apart.

I catch sight of one that flares up for just a flash, before shimmering away in a smouldering mash. That's another planet the government is keeping secret from us destroyed. They're getting close. Closer to earth, it's the end of the world. The meteorites will destroy the satellites first, which will cause much less missiles to launch everywhere.

It's the end of the world.

"Hannah?" my mum calls, her voice hesitant and rife with concern, as she eyes me from the kitchen.

I look to her, my expression blank and detached.

"Why are you outside?" she asked.

"Just watching the stars," I answered, slinking back inside before closing the garden behind me.

I treaded upstairs, being careful to not wake my sleeping brother. He deserves a good sleep, he might not wake up from it. The bags under my eyes feel heavy, weighing me down, I haven't slept for days.

I wipe my nose, grains of cocaine powder grating against my fingertips, and head upstairs. I sit in bed in silence until I'm certain my mum has gone back to sleep, then I put my plan into action.

Quietly treading downstairs I open the front door, quietly closing it behind me as I head for the bustle of the main road, my slippers scuffing against the cold pavement as I do so, my thick dressing gown shielding me from the biting chill.

Catching glimpses of car headlight flashing past in brilliant beams I take my position in the middle of the road, slowly I lie down and close my eyes, feeling my entire body unwind in acceptance of my fate.

I'm not scared. Death brushes past me in millimetres, a car hurtling towards me at speed before passing me. It's on the other side of the road.

Suddenly I hear the screeches of tires, and smell the burning rubber as bright headlights fall across my form. The driver jumps out of his car, his shoes thundering as he barrels towards me with frantic abandon.

"Are you okay?!" he screams, slowly my eyes crack open just a peep, I feel the air drain from my lungs as I sigh heavily.

"The world is ending," I muttered tiredly, "it's all over," I explain, getting up and turning away from the light of his car. I walk off, leaving the man standing in the middle of the road, alone.

As I walk above my head stars explode and implode and self destruct. Everything is falling apart. The world is ending. This is the end of everything.

My eyes fall closed again, aching dully and stinging like paper cuts, as I wander into the quieter road of my street and sit, my hands placed calmly in a mediative position. I feel the energy of the universe pulsating throughout my body, a desperate howling intermingled with a soothing acceptance.

Chaos. Energy. Divinity. Sanctity.

Everything is falling apart. The world is ending.

Slowly I allow myself to slump over, my breathing growing shallower and my muscles relax entirely and absolutely.

I hear a car heading towards me, roaring at speed.

Finally, the end.