End of the World

It was the end of the world,

Civilizations collapsing,

People killing their neighbors-

Nobody civil, only barbarism. 

A "fix" in the form of an injection-

Peaceful passing with a helping hand.

Simply inject,

Sleep,

Die.

So serene-

But...

It didn't sit right with me.

With You, my Dad and my Mom.

Dad was very vocal, 

Pushing and pressing for all of us to do this,

So we weren't ravaged by other humans-

You, quiet, but seemingly compliant- taking in each word he said.

My mom, smiling, peaceful, not saying a word- but a warmth radiated from her.

I sat on the ground and laid in my mother's arms,

She cradled me-

I instantly felt like a child again,

Wrapped in her warmth and love-

Unconditional love-

My dad, 

Injecting my arm- telling me you would all be right behind me.

I was told to go first-

The solution succeeded 96% of the time, with a 4% chance of failure- 

Survival.

I fell asleep in my mom's arms,

Reluctantly awaiting death-

The deepest sleep,

To then gasp-

For air.

Rushing back into my body,

Like a wave to the shore.

Crashing.

It failed, 

I was awake-

My mom stroking my hair,

And my dad in shock trying to convince me to do it again. 

I looked at You-

My heart broke...

How was I supposed to leave and know where to find you on the other side?

What if I never saw you again? 

What if I never found you again? 

I would search for all eternity looking for you...

"I don't want to die!!!" I scream,

Exclaiming that this can't be the only way 

I become hysterical, 

Hyperventilating,

Choking on my tears-

I run into your arms,

Cling to you,

Tell you I love you,

That we have to find another way- a way that we can stay together, 

A way we will never be separated-

I wake,

In tears.

I could never part from you,

Not even in death-

And,

Was my mom physically there, or was I the only one that could see her? 

Why was my dad so adamant? In my gut I felt like I was the only one who was dying-

What a wild dream.