Forty more people have committed suicide in the past day. Dire measures are being taken, and teens are being put into facilities. They always find ways though, clothing hung from the distant light fixtures, swallowing a whole bunch of things at once, holding their breath for extended periods of time. It’s a strange thing, hearing about mass suicides on the news interfaces as a common occurrence.
After the rain passed the sun came through again. The clouds parted like the god’s cut them open, all in one big whoosh of light and blinding heat. The birds came out again and my windows dimmed right away. I observed the real grass that had begun to sprout near the edges of my patio. I hadn’t seen that in years, all of the plants had been replaced with artificially enhanced plastic. Biodegradable and environmentally green, it had been the new things a few years back.
My parents had gone crazy over it, claiming that were screwing up the Earth’s natural order of things. They had been the peace loving hippies before they had died, and I remembered scorning them for that befire realizing how true their words actually rang. They believed that we were messing things up, and they had been true.
The world was sick and it took an epedemic of generations of sick babies to force others to see it as well. God had created things to last without our help and our help wasn’t actually helping at all. Animals weren’t supposed to be going extinct, yet they were. Ice wasn’t supposed to melt in the wrong places, yet they did. After the next ice age which had ended a few hundred years ago all the ice had disappeared from the poles. The onslaught of water each year was enormous. The oil found underneath and in it all even larger. The economy had boomed then, but it had long since died down.
My cat has grown even since the last time I wrote. He is getting onto the counters now, finally big enough to reach the lowest cabinet and climb up. I have found multiple canisters knocked over and the vials of medicine dug out of a cupboard above the stove I never used. They obviously broke on the hard tile floor and the damn cat got sick a hours later. It wasn’t an enjoyable day for him or me. Cat vomit has become my worst nightmare.
There is a large dog now lurking around my back door as well. He hasn’t come close to the glass yet but I have found massive paw prints a few feet from my back mat.He is skittish, as I figured out when a piece of paper floated by on the current of the wind. He jumped away from it and tucked his tail between his legs. But when another stray passed through the yard he barked and growled at it, eliciting no more than a casual glance from the pup. He then proceeded to chase it down the street, biting into its back leg and wounding him pretty badly. I found the poor pup torn up a few yards away from something other than another dog. I think there is a bear around here as well.
The neighbors have finished packing. I think they are leaving tomorrow.
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End of Year
Science Fiction"I think the world is gone. I can't tell through my tears though. I can only hear myself sobbing and whispering and shouting "'She's dead. She's dead. She's dead.'" And I think in this moment my heart is gone, too. I want to kill myself just to see...
