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Fiery Ghost

On the day I had my 18th birthday we ran out of oil. Of course that’s nothing compared to what happened after that. The only reason I saw it coming was because I knew it would happen, I saw the future.

It was just like any other birthday except instead of hanging with my friends I was making out with my boyfriend, when it happened. When I say ‘it’ I’m referring to my premonition. It was like an out of body experience but I still felt the searing hot pain. I was standing in the middle of Bryant Park with screaming people running around. It had to have been over one hundred degrees. The sun took up the whole sky before it exploded. Bright light attacked my eyes and the fiery wind scratched at my face before everything went silent, before everything went dark.

My boyfriend was looking at me funny, “Hey you alright?” He had asked me and I just nodded my head. “I gotta… um… go home. I forgot to fix lunch for my ‘lil bro,” I stuttered out. I’m not very good at lying but my boyfriend let it slide. I walked outside to my bike and started the long ride home. We had long since stopped buying oil since the price had gone up so much in the recent year. On my way home I passed by Bryant Park and shivered, not because it was cold but because I felt like I was being watched.

I had arrived home at 5 and flipped on the news. “Today, the temperature is 103° F. It will be very hot in the Louisa area today, right Tom?” the weather lady had asked her co-worker. “Sure is-,” Tom started to say but our power cut off. Another blackout blanketed the city in complete and utter darkness. I held my breath and waited, counting in my head. The lights had come on five minutes later, which was our longest blackout yet.

The TV flickered back to life and the people started to talk again. I remember starting to turn off the TV, at least until I listened more closely to what they were saying. “And on breaking news, the sun is said to be coming closer to our planet. Now here is scientist Monte Coldwell to tell us more about this topic,” Tom stated as the screen gave way to a nerdy looking man with a clipboard and lab coat. “Well, this is not good, if the sun gets any closer our planet would obviously get hotter. The astronomical unit will change, our planet Earth will get warmer, and we may all die from the intense heat. This is a very dangerous situation because the corona may, in fact, touch the space where Earth once was. When I say once was I mean our planet might not survive the end of today,” the scientist finished as the screen changed back to Tom and Diane.

I switched the TV off and rode my bike to Bryant Park. Not only is the park my favorite place to come but it has a calming aura about it. I sit under my favorite tree and take a deep breath; I’m actually feeling better until the screaming starts. Shrieks escape from the mouths of everyone who is on the streets. Some cry and other laugh psychotically. I just sit there staring at them all. A few start to smash windows and break into stores, taking anything at all. More join in, and I watch the rampage going on in front of me.

Is this really what they want their most likely, last, moments to be like? The last things they did? I had thought. They weren’t humans they were animals laced with adrenaline and fear. The only thing separating them from animals is the fact they can talk and walk on two legs. Am I the only sane one? Why is everyone overreacting? The sun might hit the Earth and we might all- I realized that I might die today. All alone, with nobody I loved or even knew. Suddenly the screams escalated all at once and I whipped my head up to stare at the sky.

The bright light attacked my eyes and the fiery wind scratched at my face. Golden light seeped into my brain, frying my optic nerves even after I pinched my eyes closed. I felt like I was on fire. I peeked out from under my eyelids and saw that I was on fire. Everyone around me was on fire. The trees and grass were on fire, the animals running around were on fire, and the sky was on fire. No blue remained in the sky, only the red-orange of the sun. The sun was getting bigger and the ground was getting hotter. Pain shot through my entire body as flames licked at my skin, creating red marks. I didn’t scream or yell or cry or pray. It all went so fast, 30 minutes after the news report telling me the world was ending it actually ended.

Suddenly the pain was gone, the screaming was gone, the heat was gone, and everything was gone. I opened my eyes and saw the stars around me. A faint light was glowing from my body, I was on fire but it didn’t hurt. I’m a ghost, a ghost on fire. I watched as the Earth exploded when the sun got to close. I saw all the bodies, the bodies of my family, the body of my boyfriend, and my body. I lay under my favorite tree, burning. My eyes were closed and it was kind of beautiful, like a crazy type of art. I would have cried, but ghosts can’t cry.

Believe me, I tried.