When this earth/bright blue planet began its ending, you were dismayed within yourself at the tears you wept while laying on the floor for the period of a whole day. You seen the leaders of countries and entire nations in despair and begging on the TV this sent you into an inner frenzy and utmost panic. You lay on the floor  pulled the blankets off the bed and over you and curled up in a ball, and refused to even acknowledge the door knocks and pleas when the kind house servants, your publisher, your friends, and even your family were pleading for you to answer and exit the room.
  After 12 hours of daylight and 12 hrs of darkness passed, your brother and dad unhinged the door and pulled you over and even down the stairwell and onward to the living room across the pale shag mat to the leather sofa. You wailed and scratched but they picked you up and threw you on the sofa. You called out vile insults and even threatened to take back the bmw and jaguar you’d bought them the previous Christmas.
   Your sister stood in shock and your mum sat quietly on the leather armchair both across the room from you, you mums hands clasped fist like on her lap. She forcibly remarked “it is all over“.  
   You gave a glaring look; and then asked till sobbing what the hell is going on,  “will you still be on the conference circuit next whenever“?.
   The TV stations were all fuzzed and static interference of some sort. Your dad speaks aloud that the conference centers are  all destroyed, but do not worry. Your brother says your mad and there are many more important things happening now. but seriously who would not worry? Thoughts of  the supposed debut of a new revolutionary product range next month.. Flashed in your mind.. Ahhh! You cry out. Your mum tells you none of it will happen, and she bangs her fists. But you cry out there must be some way to get it out there. You shout. Fools your all fools there must be a way, surley it will all be back to normal when they remove the evil men of power But Your  family says no! its to late they fucked us.. Fucked us all. the world is self destructing. They atomic bombed the earths core cry’s your brother, There are already cataclysmic events spreading all over the world, continents sinking as we speak. Not in Ireland we wont sink you shout defiantly. Your mum flits through a stack of newspapers. Each one headlined WAR, DEATH, DESTRUCTION is THE END OF EARTH, some speculations on a fate of humanity within weeks You feel queasy, everything spinning. Then you pop. And spew sick. Why? Why? Is this happening to us. We are good! are we not?. Your wise dad explains. “We all walked in the council of the wicked for to long“. Time to pay. For We didn’t redeem ourselves as a one humanity. One family before it became the point we all knew would come some day if we didn’t do just such a heartfelt task. You go blank. Slip into unconsciousness. 
  Two days later, your awaken to hear your parents are discussing survival plans, and brother and sister filling jugs with water from the tap just in case. Your dad is thankful he bought an industrial size generator and a yard full of tanks of fuel from the haulage company he operated. worried about the counties electricity  grid lasting much longer. You sit up and remember the truck drivers all quit the day you spent in the room,. The only connection to the outside world now seems is the radio you mum is clutching, but where is the real information helpful information you think between hearing the crying and praying on what seems to be every station. one station the dj is just repeating over and over “it’s only a matter of time“ “its only a matter of time“. Your dad shouts turn that crap off and switch to the FM band because maybe more sense will be on there goddammit! He says outloud.
   But on FM. You hear reports of death and destruction all over the country, and yet all you can think is we are ok. We are okay!. Even after hearing reports of people crushed to death in their vehicles from landslides, you imagine the countryside as untouched by this carnage they speak of and the sickness and death. How could a place so beautiful meet with such a fate and be destroyed? We will be ok you say but no one will look you in the eye.  Then the electricity fails later that night,, fear grips you not but and you light the scented candles you’d been saving for a special occasion. Your dad go’s out to try start the The generator. The radio still works.. Being on batteries, the woman on the radio  says much of the western side of the world is destroyed, and that tsunamis are coming eastward at an alarming rate, and you that means. Not long now.. You try act calm but hands shaking so much you spill the bottle of water over the carpet then you realize you can’t stop crying. You cry yourself to sleep. It will all be alright in the morning your little babbler brain repeats over and over again     Morning comes, you notice you mum is extremely sick, and your dad doesn’t seem feel so good himself. You say “drink water and eat fruit you wills be ok , but on the inside, you cringe with a possibility they may die leaving you alone, so decide you cant think like that or let them see you so week yourself. So you leave them and go upstairs gazing out into the yard thinking it looks the same as before and There is no death and destruction on your property, but a chill enters you as the thought of what’s changed beyond those high front steel gates.  
   Some time passes and the afternoon comes,. You go out to the display case in the hall and seeing your awards you begin to comprehend why is it you were able to accomplish so much in such a short period of time. Did something inside you on a higher level know all this would happen. Maybe. You’re a star, ready to explode in the heavens. Then you hear Your dad calling your name from downstairs. He sounds sick.. spluttering. His voice breaking repeatedly, as he’s gagging between words. You don’t want him to be this way, but you keep your mouth clasped. If he does die,. You don’t think you could handle it You curl up again on the floor pulling them same blankets over yourself, over your eyes and ears. Your dads voice sounds farther and farther away now as you touch your heart area in your chest and squeeze your eyes shut.