Sidekick
Written for challenge #2 at Sunday100:
"The end of the world." 100 words: no more, no less.
I sit on a rock, smoking a joint and looking to the water. They say it's acidic--no swimming. No driving. No dancing. No smoking.
For an apocolypse, there sure are a lot of rules.
The last time the world was ending, my blood would've stopped it. Little glowy green Dawnie, breaking every rule by just existing. They're all gone now, everyone. I still miss mom the most.
I could have jumped last time. Saved the world, maybe. Saved my sister.
I stand. Gaze into the water, thinking of the bubbling burning waves eating me alive.
Pause. Remember.
And I jump.