The Inevitability Of The End Of The World

Nuclear war

*He grabs me by my hair and drags me behind the dumpster, gun to my head. My heels are bleeding and I'm covered in bruises. He throws me against the wall"When and where is the next bombing going to be?" He yells, I shake my head. He hits me across the head with his gun, and I wince."I! DON'T! KNOW!" I yell. He kicks me."Useless!" He points his gun at my head.*My breath catches, and a small splotch of blood comes up as I violently cough. Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, otherwise known as chronic bronchitis, or known by me as a pain in the ass. A small string of morning sun streams in through a gap in my curtains.
The door to my room echoes a click before my mum comes rushing in franticly.
"Ohmygodareyouokay!?" Her words conjoin and splurge around when she's stressed, I've become accustomed to this and have learned to understand it. I wake up and cough every morning since I was born, yet she still rushes in every time.
"Just another dream, a little bit more real every time."
"We can get you drained today if you need it, I will cancel plans!" I roll my eyes, stumble to my feet, and waddle over to her, legs lagging more than usual.
"Sit!" She yells. "Do your warm-ups before walking, you know that." Oh, yeah, and Neonatal brainstem dysfunction, basically, my brainstem fails to send signals to parts of the brain and body properly, resulting in me looking like an idiot every time I do anything.
"Whats the point?" I joke. "I should just lie in bed and die." It was supposed to be sarcastic but Mum is sensitive and takes me seriously. Her eyes flood.
"I was joking...just, leave, yeh. I'm too tired for this." I feel bad but she knows me and needs to toughen up. She nods softly and walks out, closing the door behind her. I go to stand again before falling over. I lift myself back up onto my bed with a loud grunt. I flop back and seriously consider lying here forever.
My phone dings, forcing me out of my thoughts.
❤️Her❤️
Clems- 'Get your lazy ass up, I'm taking you on a date in 10'
Me- '10 minutes!'
Clems- 'Yes❤️❤️❤️'
Me- 'Fine. I'm wearing track pants tho...'
Clems- 'You look hot in track pants 🤤😏🤭'
Me- 'I look even hotter without them...'
Clems- 'I'll be the judge of that. Now get up and ready, I'm getting in the car.'
Me- 'OK, ok. Love you, see you soon. Drive safe.'
Clems- 'Love you too Ann.'
I slowly climb off my bed and throw on some grey track pants that hug my bum, a Led Zeppelin shirt that I've cut the bottom half off, and some vans. I make my way downstairs and grab a banana.
"Did you brush your teeth?!" Mum yells from the kitchen. I sigh loudly.
"Good breath is a socially expected beauty standard, and you're trying to pressure me into living up to it!" I yell back.
"No, I just don't want you to get cavities, and Clementine won't want to kiss your morning breath!" I make a muffled grumble sound and stomp to the bathroom.
I'm waiting on the couch when she walks through the door. She looks absolutely stunning in a purple floral dress and a black cardigan. I stand up, steady myself and she smirks.
"How are you, gorgeous?" I ask. She bites her lip and walks over to me, her lips are glossy and pink. She pecks my lips.
"Good..." She stops to kiss my jawline. "Now that I've..." She kisses my neck. "Seen you." She glances around before pulling up my shirt and kissing just above the seam of my bra. My mum walks in at the worst possible moment, C pulls down my shirt and giggles. I feel around my face and neck but only find clear gloss.
"Why is there no lipstick on me?" I whisper. She rolls her eyes.
"Lip stain, stupid." I laugh and nod, mush ushers us out the door and we climb into the car. She leans into the back seat and leans back over with a bunch of flowers and chocolates in her hands.
"Do you know what day it is?" She asks, holding the chocolate just out of reach. 'Shit'! It's not our anniversary, that's in 2 months, not her birthday, that was 3 months ago, definitely not my birthday.
"I'm so sorry... I'll remember next year, so, um... what is today?" I ask reluctantly.
"Forth September 2024..." I frown.
"And the special occasion is?"
"The day we first met, I saw you, smiled, you said 'hi', I nodded and we walked off. I obsessed with you for four weeks until we spoke again, I have it all in my diary." I blush and take the gifts.
"I'm sorry I didn't know." I blurt.
"It's okay, you can pay for my first drink." I laugh.
"Sounds good to me." She places her hand on my knee and lightly squeezes it.
"I love you." She says softly.
"I love you too."