The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse (3 page)

‘I know, but I just want a fresh start.’

‘Logan, you are our bestselling author. The
publisher needs you.’

‘I apologise for doing this to you. I appreciate
that you gave me this fantastic break, but I have been writing children’s
novels for five years now. I don’t enjoy it. I find them hard to write and I
find them depressing. I want to be true to myself. I want to work on more adult
books.’

‘Can you just think about staying with us?’

‘I am sorry. I have made up my mind.’

‘How can we convince you to re-sign with us?’

‘You can’t. I have to do this for myself. I want to
be happy with the books I put out.’

‘Just think about it for a few days. You may have a
change of heart. There are thousands of writers that would give their right arm
to be in the position that you are in.’

‘I know this. This isn’t an easy decision. I haven’t
made it on a whim. I have to do this.’

‘We can cut back promotion. You can have more time
off.’

‘It won’t change my mind,’ I replied. ‘I’m sorry.’

I had a feeling this conversation was going to
continue like this for the next hour.

Chapter
Ten: Research

***

I sat in front of my computer and smiled. I had the
biggest grin upon my face. I looked like a complete fool, but I couldn’t help
it. Isabella was stunning. Our webcams were open and her image filled my
screen. Isabella had beautiful long black hair. It was as dark as deep space.
She had a really exotic soft mahogany skin tone and a face that looked like it
had been made by the gods. Her smile was breathtaking. She was wearing a tight
t-shirt with a floral design. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. It
hugged her perky breasts and slim body.

‘I can’t wait for tomorrow,’ said Isabella.

‘It is going to be fun,’ I replied. I clicked on my
web-browser and opened my favourites menu. A list of sites I visited on a
regular basis opened up. Isabella’s image shrunk down into the top right hand
corner of my screen. ‘I already feel like I know you.’

‘It’s weird, right? I mean that in a good way.’

I laughed. ‘I know what you mean. I honestly believe
things will flow naturally when we meet. Normally, if I was meeting a woman as
beautiful as you I would be so nervous and just turn into a stumbling bumbling
idiot, but I don’t think there will be any of that. I think you and I will just
be like we are here and on the phone. Just talk each other’s ears off.’ I
loaded up several websites on different internet tabs. They were all to do with
psychics and mediums posting prophecies and dreams. I checked these websites on
a regular basis. Every now and again I would find someone that saw the same
thing as I did, but they never had the same date, or they had their own
interpretation as to what it could all mean. I was still struggling to find
anyone that had the exact same dreams of me, which was weird considering the
world would end in five days.

‘I hope talking isn’t the only thing we will be
doing.’

She smiled a naughty smile.

‘What do you have in mind?’

I started reading the first website. It was a forum
that posted information on news stories, conspiracy theories and dreams by any
psychic in the world. I worked my way through the first few pages, just scanning
the forum post titles, but nothing seemed to jump out at me.

‘Well, I was hoping to start with a kiss. I think I
might have to kiss you as soon as we meet. We have talked about kissing so
much. I just can’t wait until that moment when my tongue is in your mouth and
your hands are on my body.’

‘I like the idea of my hands upon your body.’

‘I do, too.’ She sighed deeply. ‘I like the idea of
my hands on yours, but I like the idea of my mouth on your body even more.’

‘And where would your mouth go?’

I closed down the second and third tab. Nothing
interesting was jumping out at me. It was the same old rubbish. These days
everyone seemed to be dreaming of the apocalypse, or some kind of giant event
that would change the world. Most of these people were so invested in
spirituality and religion that they couldn’t tell the difference from a normal
dream and a prophecy. People didn’t seem to have the same thing as me. I have
had nearly a hundred predictions happen. Nobody really believes me because I am
too shy to make a forum post about them. They might think I am mad, but once
the prediction happens it is too late to admit I dreamt that, as it’s easy to
say you predicted something after it has happened. It doesn’t matter. My dreams
are for my eyes only. I don’t know where they come from. I don’t know why I get
them, but I know they are important. The countdown has been happening for years.
These are the final days of planet earth.

‘Where would you want it to go?’ she asked me.

I closed the final website and Isabella’s image
filled the screen again.

I smiled a cheeky smile. ‘I have a few ideas.’

‘Do tell.’

I shuffled in my seat. Something naughty was
happening between my thighs.

‘I would like your lips to work their way down my
body and... You know?’

‘I don’t know.’ She gave me a mock innocent
expression. ‘Say it.’

‘You want me to say it?’

Her breathing had become slow and deep. ‘I do.’

‘I want your lips around my cock.’

Isabella giggled like a naughty school girl. ‘Would
you make me suck it?’

‘Yes. I would want you to suck it nice and slow.’

Hardness was setting in.

‘I would look up into your eyes, as I held you in my
mouth.’

‘I would love that,’ I told her.

‘I would, too. Would you moan for me?’

‘You wouldn’t be able to stop me from moaning.’

‘I like that. I like my man to moan loudly. I would
moan for you.’

‘You would?’

‘Yes.’

‘You would moan as I lick your pussy?’

‘You are so naughty, Logan.’

‘I’m going to be.’

‘Are you?’

‘Do you want me to be naughty?’

‘I always want you to be naughty,’ she said with a
smile. Isabella shuffled in her seat and reached down beneath her desk. She
held up a pair of white panties in front of the camera. She manoeuvred a bit
more and then held up a mini-skirt for me. ‘Are you hard?’

‘Yes.’

What man wouldn’t be?

This sexy woman was naked from the waist down. I
can’t see anything, but how hot is that?

‘Can I see it?’

‘It is yours to see,’ I replied. ‘Do you want it?’

‘Yes.’

‘Do I get to see?’ I asked her.

‘Yes, baby.’ Isabella pulled her skin tight t-shirt
off over her head. It was discarded to some far corner of the room. I would
never get tired of seeing her body. She was beyond sexy. Her firm perky tits
were cupped in a white lacy bra. A moment later and the bra had been removed. I
sat in my chair with my mouth hung open. Isabella was gently massaging her
breasts, as she smiled into her camera. ‘Let me see that rock hard cock.’

I opened my zipper and unbuttoned my trousers.

Isabella was smiling from ear to ear.

I lifted my ass out of the chair and pulled my
trousers and boxers down around my ankles. My long hard cock stood erect like a
space shuttle ready for takeoff. Never in a million years would I dream of
being naughty online. I have no idea who could possibly be watching this, but
Isabella had so much power over me. She was this goddess of beauty. I wanted
her so bad. Every single time I saw her I lost my self-control and my penis
took over.

I lowered my cam towards my lap.

‘Wow.’

She slipped her hand out of view, but down between
her thighs.

Isabella moaned softly.

She was stroking her pussy.

‘Tomorrow, I will have that in my mouth, but tonight
I want you to stroke it.’

I didn’t need telling twice. This was going to be a
fun night.

Chapter
Eleven: What’s the point?

***

I rolled the knife within my palm, as I looked up at
the ceiling of my bedroom. The house was silent. You could hear a pin drop. I
hated it. I missed my family. We had always been so close. I missed my mother,
my father, and my two little brothers. The house had been full of life back
then. I had brought the house when my family decided to move back up north.
This is my home. Did I make the right decision? I don’t know. I never felt this
lonely when I was with Samantha. She would have been curled up in bed with me
right now. She was all that I needed. She was the love of my life. That life is
over.

I pressed the cold steel of the blade against my
wrist.

One quick slice and I could end it all.

It would only hurt for a little while.

I am tired of these morbid dreams. Every single
night I go to bed and dream of death and destruction. I am fed up of it. I
don’t understand why it is happening to me. Why am I so special? I am not
religious. I do not believe in God. Shouldn’t someone in the Vatican be getting
dreams about the end of the world? They might be able to do something about it.
I can’t do shit. I am nobody. I am just some loser that lives alone. Nobody
would notice if I disappeared from this world.

I dug the knife in against my skin.

I took a slow deep breath.

I just had to do one quick slice. That was all.

A wet nose was pressed up against my face. I giggled
slightly and frowned at Lucy. My furry friend was standing over me with a look
of concern. Her tail wagged excitedly in the air, as I smiled up at her.

‘Am I being selfish?’ I asked Lucy. She sat down on
the bed beside me, as I gently rubbed her ears. ‘I am bitching about being
alone, but I am not alone. I have you, don’t I?’ Lucy and I had always been
together. My family had picked her up as a six week old puppy when I was in my
early teens. She was now a little old lady that was going grey around the muzzle.
The family were going to take her up north, but Lucy and I had always been
joined at the hip. She was left to stay with me. She was my best friend. She
was my anchor to reality.

I placed the knife down on my bedside table.

‘I couldn’t leave you like that, Lucy.’

Chapter
Twelve: Daily Check Up

***

I placed the last plate upon the rack and pulled the
plug out of the sink. Lucy was happily tucking into the scraps of my dinner,
which I had placed into her bowl. I know I shouldn’t really be doing that, but
she was an old lady and deserved to have some yummy leftovers. I always cooked
extra anyway, as I liked to gift Lucy with a little treat. I dried my hands on
some kitchen paper and flicked on the kettle. My cell phone began to ring. I
chuckled to myself, as I glanced at the wall clock. My mother never failed to
call me. It was always at this exact time.

‘Hello?’

‘Hello, Logan. How are you?’

‘I am good, Mum. How is everyone doing up there?’

My mum gave me a quick update on how the family was
doing. My brothers were in their final year of junior school. They would be
making the step up to secondary school next year, which would mean they were
thrown in with all the older teenagers. They had joined clubs. My youngest
brother was turning into a little football star, whilst the other one had
picked up his yellow belt in Karate. Apparently, my dad was still my dad and
there was no news about him at all. He did like to keep life simple and
straight forward. My mum shared some news about her sister and my cousins. They
had also moved up north to be closer to her family. She explained about her new
role at work. It was nice. For twenty minutes every night I felt like I was
part of the family again. It was at this point the conversation turned to me.

‘How are your books coming along?’

‘They are doing okay. I am writing some material for
an older audience at the moment. It is a new challenge, but I am enjoying it.’

‘Are you eating correctly?’

I laughed. ‘Yes, Mum.’

‘How is Lucy?’

‘Lucy is doing well. I kind of like the fact people
keep asking me how old my puppy is.’ Mum laughed down the phone. ‘I love the
look on their face when I tell them how old she actually is. She is doing well.
Lucy and Holly play together most mornings.’

‘And how is Clarissa?’

‘She is okay.’

‘Is she still with that idiot boyfriend?’