The Artificial God

The Destruction of the World

It has been a week since I waited for my brother's presence in this miserable world. But why didn't you come back? I kept thinking about it non-stop wherever I was. My mind, my heart is in a mess because it keeps thinking about my brother. My grades also began to decline because I could not focus on studying, and I became more often beaten by my father.

I also had a hard time sleeping, to the point that I looked so bad, like an undead. I can't live without my brother, I can't live without my brother, I'd rather die than live without the presence of the brother I so desperately hoped for.

Plaque!

Again like this...What kind of life am I living?

"Hey you're blocking my way, you piece of trash!" said a friend of mine, who was sitting quietly on my bench. Am I bothering him? of course I didn't bother him. Then why did everyone behave like that to me, even a teacher in my school was the same as them.

Nobody cares about me, they just think of me as an animal. I am just like them, I am a human being just like them. But they see me from a different side, my presence is not considered the same as theirs.

"Haha! you idiot feel this" Byur. But what am I doing? of course I was just being treated like this, because nothing could be done to repay their actions to a very miserable person like me.

"Hey he's wet, hahaha! why is that dirty water all you gave her? you should have thrown this trash at him, too. Look at me. This is how we use the trash properly haha!"

"You're based on hahaha! you've gone too far hahaha! good job, man"

"It looks like we're forgetting something important..."

"Huh? what'sthat?" answer them simultaneously.

"Let's also give holy water like me to him, hahaha!"

"What holy water base, let's do it at the same time"

There was not one of them, just one to help me. At least pitying me is enough, those who don't do this kind of vile thing only talk about me from behind, and look at me with disdain.

Even my parents know that I live like this in school don't care. It is better that I die alone, and end the suffering in this world, than that I continue to live this miserable life just to make them happy.

But if I die, will it make them happier?. If my death makes them happier I don't care about it, for me the most important thing is that I no longer feel this kind of miserable life. When I was in front of my house, a postman sent me a letter.

Then I picked it up, and took the letter to my room to read later after I finished cleaning my body. After I finished taking a shower I sat down on my bed, and opened the letter, I was very surprised that it was the letter my sister wrote me.

My heart calmed down a little, and I started to smile back with just the arrival of the letter from big brother. Even though I can't meet, just by letter, indicating that my brother still loves me very much right? I knew that my brother was not that kind of person.

"For my dear little sister, you want to give this letter as a sign of your presence for the last time. Since maybe big brother will never come back again, big brother doesn't know what will happen to big brother after.

That's what my little brother means. You can't cry, because it's not good to be seen as a man. You have to stick around, and accept everything, even if your life is so hard.

Brother knows that you blame brother, and hate brother because brother has made your life suffer like this. I'm sorry that you want to continue to be great, all I do is not to make your life difficult, but you are obsessed with something that is impossible in this world.

Until finally today my brother has managed to research something impossible. With my own efforts, without the help of others, your brother finally created something great, which was very unexpected. You might be surprised to see it, maybe with a different view if something happens to me is different.

Ah.. I'm sorry maybe big brother's words are hard to understand, but you'll find out soon enough. Brother also wants to convey the last thing to you my sister. One day there will be a chosen man, a man who will be reborn with a blurry memory. Man is born again because he has a purpose, no matter what it is.

Ahaha! looks like you've been reading too many stories lately. My sister. I love you so much..."

That's what it says in the letter that means so much to me. For me with just this letter I already assumed that my brother was with me at this moment. I'm quite sorry because it's true that I blame my hard life for my brother.

But is that why my sister left? and will not see me again for ever, and again what is the meaning of the contents of this sister's letter. Though this is the last conversation that you gave me, but why you tell me things that I don't understand. What does it mean that you have managed to find something impossible?.

You should have told me a little so I could understand what you meant. My sister told me not to cry because it was not good to see. But I cried, I sucked, but I should have followed my brother's words not to cry.

Duar!. boom!. brak!. ctar!.. blar!. suddenly there was a lot of commotion from outside. My house was shaking violently, the world suddenly suffered terrible damage. I went to look out the window many explosions were going on everywhere, and enormous thunder was hitting the big buildings.

After the thunder, and the strange explosion hit the ground, there was nothing left. Everything was flattened suddenly, the sky began to darken even longer, and sunlight was unable to get inside, then suddenly the rain became very heavy, and made a flood in an instant.

I saw many people running around hoping that they would survive this apocalypse. It was so sad, those frightened faces, their cries, those hysterical cries. The wind began to blow so fast that many vehicles flew through the buildings quickly.

Duar!. blar!...

"Haha! ahaha! ahaha!" my laughter with satisfaction in the midst of the destruction of the world, I am very happy because there are many people who are just like me now. There were corpses scattered everywhere, and there were flying, I was so satisfied that I laughed out loud.

Unknowingly I was also crying, seeing their suffering made me happy. I had to kill myself and end it all by myself. But now not only am I the one who ended this life, but also with many people who want to die with me in the destruction of this world.

My brother's letter flew through the air, I was very surprised, and without a second thought I jumped straight out of the window from the second floor. The wind started to slow down, but my body was almost lifted, I kept running while enduring the pain of jumping from the second floor.

I followed where the letter went, and continued to pursue it without caring about the many people who were suffering beside me. I kept chasing after the flying letter without a clear direction. Crying, and running weakly I chased after the letter, and said not to cry anymore.

Suddenly there was someone floating who took my letter. I was very surprised to see that person, how could he fly while this world was destroyed, and the wind blew fiercely. The clothes belonging to the person who was floating in the air also looked strange.

I don't care about the strange sightings I'm seeing right now. I don't care what kind of person he is, I have to go to him, and take back what I have. Then when I got close to him, suddenly in an instant he faced me, and it made me very surprised.... because the strange man.... is.... my brother!?.