The Countdown

..."They're starting the countdown, Maddox," said Johnny. "Doesn't take a genius to figure that out, I can hear them outside," I replied, rolling my eyes at Johnny's Captain Obvious personality. Thirty seconds. What am I gonna do? I'm not sure if I'm ready for this. Twenty five. The anxiety is kicking in. "I have to go find a seat. Good luck, Maddox!" Oh, God, I'm alone. I'm about to die all alone. How did I even get in this mess? Twenty. I wish I knew how to pray right about now. Or... Maybe I could just walk away right now. I'll disappear into the shadows and run. It would be so easy! I've always wanted to be a runaway, one of those people that don't stay at one place for long. After a while the world will Just forget about me. Fifteen.Should I? No, Maddox, be courageous. Remember when I always wore Nike shoes? "Just do it" was their motto. Those were the good days, when I had a normal life as a normal teenager and I did normal things, like going to the mall with my normal friends. I could have remained a normal person. Ten. I can't be reminiscing about my old life now. It's gone. Nine. And I'm about to be gone. Eight. I can't do this. Seven. Yes I can. Six. Just do it, you idiot! Five. "Four," I breathe. Three. Two. Here goes nothing. The crowd screams, "One!" Too late to turn back now.