I walked on into the fog, I didn't know where I was going, I didn't care. I just needed some air, something wasn't right, it was too... quiet. I don't know how long I'd been walking, but I could smell the sea, which meant I was near the cliffs, or on them. Myself and George took regular walks around here when it was sunny. We'd have a picnic and sit, looking out to the ocean, adoring the life we were living. My life had been perfect, sure financially we were on the rocks and sure we had arguments, but everything was perfect. I had a husband I adored and who adored me, I had a beautiful son, and that's all that mattered.
I wanted my life back, I felt... empty... like there was nothing left for me to live for. I had a son, whom I adored, but it just didn't seem right. I had never thought of ever being a single parent. I had my life so perfectly planned out, but things never go according to plan do they? I scratched my neck and felt the chain around my neck, I looked at it. It was the locket he'd given me for our one year anniversary. I'd never taken it off since. A tear rolled down my face as the memories started flashing before my eyes. Five years worth of memories ripped from my life and lost out of sea. He was only PRESUMED dead, if he was dead I would know. I would... But I did know, I could feel it, I could feel... my phone vibrating? My hand fumbled aimlessly in my pocket, taking a weak grasp onto my phone. I didn't recognise the number, but I recognised the voice. It was James.
"Erm, Alexa? Are you there?"
"Yes James, what's wrong?"
"Alexa... the coroners office called your home, but you weren't in. They wanted you to come and..."
There was an awkward silence, James was never one for breaking really bad news to someone, I knew what he wanted to say, but I didn't want to believe it, until his voice had confirmed it.
"And what James?"
"They wanted you to come identify... George... so I went..."
"Is it him James, is it really George?"
Another awkward silence confirmed that it was, as much as I didn't want to believe it, I had to accept that MY George was dead.
"His neck snapped. It was a quick and painless death. He was lucky."
"Lucky? You call dying... LUCKY?"
"No I didn't mean.."
*click*. I hung up. I couldn't bear it, I could not physically bear the thought that there was no chance of him coming back. I threw the phone as far as I could into the fog and then fell to my knees. I let out an almighty scream as the tears streamed down my face. It was confirmed, my life.. was ruined.
I don't know how long I'd been knelt there, could have been minutes, could have been hours, but suddenly a foul stench filled the air. A mixture of burning wood and flesh. I slowly rose and spun around, a faint glow of ember spread across the fog, and screams suddenly filled what once was silent. Chaos was staring me in the face, challenging my mental state... challenging my patience. A voice in the back of my head was screaming at me. Are you just going to stand there while more people die? Are you really that useless?
No. No I wasn't that useless, I wasn't going to stand there and just watch people die, I didn't have it in me. I ran into the ember coloured fog, soot and ash hitting my face as I ran.
"EVERYBODY GET TO THE DOCKS"
I checked every house for people still stuck inside, every house was empty and burning to the core down the coastline. I sniffed the air. This was no accidental fire, there was a distinct fuel smell in the air. This was arson. Someone was trying to kill all these people. I didn't know where the fire had started, who was the main target? who were they trying to.. And then it dawned on me, as I looked down the hill I could see very faint lights in the fog. I ran as fast as I could down the hill, it only took a few moments for me to reach the charred remains of my home. James? Michael?
I dived into the charred mess, digging around for some form of life, tears streaming down my face. I was losing hope, I couldn't bare the thought of losing my son too. Someone was out to kill me and my family, I just knew it, but I didn't understand why. I was digging for what seemed like an eternity, then I heard footsteps behind me.
I looked round slowly, my face now coated black from the ashes, anger burning in my eyes. Joseph stood before me, a look of concern upon his cold stony face. I rose and slowly began to walk towards him.
"Where the HELL were you Joseph?"
"You live next door Joseph, and you didn't think to come and check up on Michael?"
"I-I thought James was with him?"
"So? Was it you Joseph??"
He looked at me, scared and confused. I launched myself at him, grasping him by the collar. I began to rag him about in my hands, like some doll.
"DID YOU DO THIS JOSEPH? DID YOU DO THIS? DID YOU.."
A lump caught in my throat, I knew I was about to cry. I was accusing my best friend of killing my loved ones. What was I even thinking! How could I accuse my BEST FRIEND?I let go of him and slumped back down into the ashes. I looked longingly at them, wishing they would somehow swallow me up. Enough was enough, I had lost everything. EVERYTHING. Why am I even alive? Why don't you take me too? Joseph knelt in front of me, a look of concern in his eyes.
"Come on, lets get you inside."
I looked at him, my eyes glassed over with tears. I had no husband. No son. No home. What did I have left?
"Why is he doing this?"
"Why is who doing what?"
I paused a moment. I questioned my own logic in the hope somewhere I could find an answer, but there was nothing.
"Why has God taken everything from me? Why has God abandoned me?"
Joseph looked at me, with a slight smile on his face.
"He hasn't abandoned you. You still have your purpose yet to fulfil. God will not abandon you."
I looked at him, I tried to fake a smile but I couldn't, I didn't understand.
"How can my son have already fulfilled his purpose?"
Joseph shook his head. I knew he didn't have an answer. I had always been one for asking awkward questions, but now, it could wait. I had a purpose to fulfil, even if I didn't know what that purpose was, it was still there.
I looked at Joseph once more, a slight smile spread across my face.
"I wonder if my purpose. Is to save the world."
"It could well be."
What if my purpose is to save the world. I knew it was only a matter of time, before I found out.
#Joseph and I had left the remains of my house and back into the fog, we had been stood there a few hours before deciding that it was time to leave. As we went I heard a light whimpering in the distance. I squinted trying to see the shape in the fog. It was small, and it was limping. As it approached it finally became apparent as to what it was. It was a small king charles puppy, it had twisted its ankle. I picked it up and cradled it in my arms. I decided right that moment that i would look after it#