[ WP ] Rewrite something you had written months ago .

[ Link ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1uao98/wp_the_world_ends_at_three_am_only_four_teenagers/ceg70cl ) to the original, I did n't change much but I still think it's one of my best pieces and I wanted to fix it up a little. 
 
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 None of us understand exactly how we know. It was as if we had already had the knowledge of it but had just now remembered. It came in a flash and left in a flash. We knew it without doubt to be true, and we decided together not to tell anyone. No one would believe us if we told them anyway, so why bother? Karl and I were the only ones who saw the asteroid in our heads, Becky and Susan saw just the aftermath. How Nasa or another space agency did n't see it we do n't understand. It's a planet killer. Me and Karl see it hitting the North Pole over and over again, crushing sheets of ice, sending an entire ocean up into the sky just to come crashing down again. That's where our'vision' cuts off. 
 
 Becky and Susan tell us the rest, a chain of events so devastating that none stand a chance. Tsunamis the size of skyscrapers along with the immediate melting of the ice, combine to flood the entire coast the east coast, all of England, and most of Europe. People more inland were lucky initially, but that ended once the Yellowstone super-volcano went off. The resulting explosion leveled most of North America and tossed up so much ash into the sky that it threw the earth into an ice age. As if the people on Earth had n't been punished enough, Becky and Susan tell us they see thousands of people getting sick and dying in the streets, bodies piling up like something out of a history book on the Black Plague. 
 
 We knew it was over for us, especially because we lived in Maine. We'd probably be killed by the asteroid. If not the asteroid, then the tsunamis would drown us. Either way our lives were over. We debated on trying to find a bomb shelter from the Cold War era but we quickly decided against it. What was it worth surviving, if everyone we knew and cared about was going to die anyway? So we decided to spend our last hours where we spent the most of our lives, together. 
 
 Me and Karl looked over the side of the boat, water so clear it was like looking through a window. Schools of fish swam under us, wondering who was disturbing the peaceful waters at this time of night. Becky and Susan sat in the back seats of the boat holding hands. They did n't cry anymore, there was no point. We try to talk about what we think happens after we die, but Susan quickly tells us to think of happier things. We all reminisce back to the summers we spent rowing our little wooden boat around the lake, one of us tipping it over so we all would fall in, laughing as we all tried to scramble out of the freezing cold water. Memories like that are what keeps us from crying. 
 
 Eventually Karl brought up the topic of our families. We had all looked in our brothers and sisters rooms before we left to meet up. To see them one last time. Becky told us she had to hold her little sister one last time. Susan kissed her big brother on the head, as he slept peacefully not knowing what would happen while he dreamt of a new tomorrow which she knew would never come. Karl held his mothers hand one last time before he left his house. I was the only one who had written a note, knowing full well no one would ever get to read it. I felt solace in the fact that I had left something of me behind. 
 
 After a while we drifted to the shore near a spot where we all ate picnics together in the summer. We climbed out of the boat and laughed as Karl tripped into the water, splashing around like a fish. We trekked into the dark woods behind the beach, under normal circumstances we would have been scared of the blanket of black silence which hung around us, but not tonight. After what seemed like an eternity of walking through the serene forest, we arrived at our picnic spot. It was a small clearing, maybe the size ofa baseball field with no trees blocking our view of the stars. We lay down next to each other in the meadow and hold hands. We all gaze into the stars peacefully, for we know what is coming. Just as our ancient ancestors gazed up at the stars asking questions, we looked up with the answers.
