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Short Story-2084

It was still dark out when I woke today. It always is.

I went about my daily routine; generate power through the treadmill, wake Simone, feed the dog, open the windows ever so slightly, and look for remaining food with Simone.

I'm sick of this lifestyle now. Ever since the sun stopped rising, life had become hell. People started dying off, one by one, due to the extreme lack of heat, wars started breaking out, the government went corrupt, Mum got sick and died. Dad ran off with the girl he was cheating on Mum with.

I'm tired of worrying about not having food for the day. I'm tired of Simone always being so angry. I'm tired of always being so cold. I'm sick and I'm tired of this entire house.

I just wish I would've pulled the trigger when I had the chance. The cool metal presses against my temple. My finger slowly tensing around the trigger. A thousand words playing tag in my head, each more cruel than the past. If only.

I would never do that now. I had to think about my older sister. She already had anger issues. Sometimes I think the only reason she hasn't killed herself off is to keep me from doing so. Only sometimes though.

"Mia, watch out!"

I snapped out of my daydream as Simone called out my name.

I assessed my surroundings, only to find out that I was about to fall down the stairs.

I gave Simone a small nod. "Thanks." I mumbled.

Only sometimes.