The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse by Sam Sheridan Page B
Authors: Sam Sheridan
Ads: Link
on. In ten hours the day of prophecy
will come to an end and my new life with Isabella will begin. It is only ten
hours. I just need to get through the next ten hours.
Chapter
Fifty-Two: Breaking News
***
The drive back home was always very pleasant. I was
lucky enough to live out in the country, which meant I could take the scenic
route home. Outside of town were several farms, which have some really strange
and beautiful animals. One farm always interested me. It had a field filled
with cows, but these were not just any cows. They were highland cows. They
looks liked miniature wholly mammoths. Well, in my opinion they did. My family
never could see the comparison. I just found them amusing, which was why I
always came by this way whenever I returned from the city centre.
‘Breaking news,’ said the voice of the reporter on
the radio. ‘A truck filled with explosives has been detained in New York this
morning. Police have arrested the driver of the vehicle. Stay tuned for more
information.’
It was a terrorist attack?
Was this part of the apocalypse?
Was this how it all started?
I could feel my heart starting to throb within my
chest. I had to get home. I had to get online and find out what was happening.
This couldn’t be happening. It isn’t fair. I am finally happy. The end of the
world cannot happen. I pressed my foot down the accelerator and sped down the
country lane. If this was the end of the world, and my dreams were true, then
there must be a way for me to stop it.
Chapter
Fifty-Three: Six Hours until Midnight
***
The day drifted by, as the countdown continued. In
six hours the day of the apocalypse would be over and I will be free of these
damn dreams. I just had to get through the next six hours without anything bad
happening. The truck bomb had been defused and removed. The suspect was part of
a terrorist organisation, but the police believed that he was working alone.
New York City and all of the United States of America were on alert. It would
have to be a genius terror attack to crack the heightened security. If that was
the catalyst for the apocalypse, did that mean the end of the world would not
happen?
I picked up my cell phone and glanced at the screen.
I was kind of hoping Clarissa would call me.
She hadn’t.
Maybe I should call her? I am the one that is in the
wrong after all. Should I explain about Brendan, and how I was drunk and upset?
Did that justify me sleeping with Isabella? What if she asked me to stop seeing
Isabella? Would I? Could I? Did I want to? I have strong feelings for Isabella.
Last night and this morning were so nice. It felt like I was starting to have
some form of normality in my life again. I don’t want to lose Clarissa. She
means so much to me. I like her so much. I am so attracted to her. I could be
happy with either of these women. I didn’t want to lose Clarissa as my friend.
I should call her. I should call her and let her swear at me. She will be
pissed for a while, but I know she will forgive me.
I picked up my cell phone and called Clarissa.
It rang twice then she answered. I was met by silence.
‘Clarissa?’
‘What do you want?’ She sounded incredibly pissed.
‘I wanted to see how you are.’
‘Why?’
‘I care about you.’
‘Fuck off, Logan. You care about getting laid.’
‘No. Last night was a mistake.’
‘You couldn’t wait until the weekend? You had to go
fuck that bimbo?’
‘It wasn’t that. I was upset about a friend of mine
that...’
‘Fuck off. I don’t believe I actually trusted you. I
thought you and I were going to make this happen. You are just like every other
guy. You say one thing, but all you really want is sex. Don’t call me anymore.
I am not your friend. I hate you, Logan.’ It felt like someone was stabbing a
knife into my chest. Hate was such a powerful word. I knew she would be upset,
but what can I say to this? How could I make Clarissa like me
will come to an end and my new life with Isabella will begin. It is only ten
hours. I just need to get through the next ten hours.
Chapter
Fifty-Two: Breaking News
***
The drive back home was always very pleasant. I was
lucky enough to live out in the country, which meant I could take the scenic
route home. Outside of town were several farms, which have some really strange
and beautiful animals. One farm always interested me. It had a field filled
with cows, but these were not just any cows. They were highland cows. They
looks liked miniature wholly mammoths. Well, in my opinion they did. My family
never could see the comparison. I just found them amusing, which was why I
always came by this way whenever I returned from the city centre.
‘Breaking news,’ said the voice of the reporter on
the radio. ‘A truck filled with explosives has been detained in New York this
morning. Police have arrested the driver of the vehicle. Stay tuned for more
information.’
It was a terrorist attack?
Was this part of the apocalypse?
Was this how it all started?
I could feel my heart starting to throb within my
chest. I had to get home. I had to get online and find out what was happening.
This couldn’t be happening. It isn’t fair. I am finally happy. The end of the
world cannot happen. I pressed my foot down the accelerator and sped down the
country lane. If this was the end of the world, and my dreams were true, then
there must be a way for me to stop it.
Chapter
Fifty-Three: Six Hours until Midnight
***
The day drifted by, as the countdown continued. In
six hours the day of the apocalypse would be over and I will be free of these
damn dreams. I just had to get through the next six hours without anything bad
happening. The truck bomb had been defused and removed. The suspect was part of
a terrorist organisation, but the police believed that he was working alone.
New York City and all of the United States of America were on alert. It would
have to be a genius terror attack to crack the heightened security. If that was
the catalyst for the apocalypse, did that mean the end of the world would not
happen?
I picked up my cell phone and glanced at the screen.
I was kind of hoping Clarissa would call me.
She hadn’t.
Maybe I should call her? I am the one that is in the
wrong after all. Should I explain about Brendan, and how I was drunk and upset?
Did that justify me sleeping with Isabella? What if she asked me to stop seeing
Isabella? Would I? Could I? Did I want to? I have strong feelings for Isabella.
Last night and this morning were so nice. It felt like I was starting to have
some form of normality in my life again. I don’t want to lose Clarissa. She
means so much to me. I like her so much. I am so attracted to her. I could be
happy with either of these women. I didn’t want to lose Clarissa as my friend.
I should call her. I should call her and let her swear at me. She will be
pissed for a while, but I know she will forgive me.
I picked up my cell phone and called Clarissa.
It rang twice then she answered. I was met by silence.
‘Clarissa?’
‘What do you want?’ She sounded incredibly pissed.
‘I wanted to see how you are.’
‘Why?’
‘I care about you.’
‘Fuck off, Logan. You care about getting laid.’
‘No. Last night was a mistake.’
‘You couldn’t wait until the weekend? You had to go
fuck that bimbo?’
‘It wasn’t that. I was upset about a friend of mine
that...’
‘Fuck off. I don’t believe I actually trusted you. I
thought you and I were going to make this happen. You are just like every other
guy. You say one thing, but all you really want is sex. Don’t call me anymore.
I am not your friend. I hate you, Logan.’ It felt like someone was stabbing a
knife into my chest. Hate was such a powerful word. I knew she would be upset,
but what can I say to this? How could I make Clarissa like me
Similar Books
