A bit of a book

The end of the world is my fault..

Every minute

A news broadcast flashed on the screen.

"Breaking news. It seems people are dying every minute" the reporter said.

"We have no-" before he could finish his eyes rolled and he slumped against the desk.

Screams echoed around him and the broadcast shut off.

I gulped walking outside and witnessing the chaos.

Every minute another person in the world stopped breathing.

Why?

Yeah I May have something to do with this.

I think he's back

And he wants revenge.
A truck came past my house when it swerved into a house next door.

People were driving away in a rush.
I groaned knowing I needed Stop this.

Knowing I wasn't going to die anytime soon I decided I would let him have his fun for a little while longer.
I entered my house and lazed on the lounge.
3 2 1
I counted in my head.
And..
A hooded figure came through the door.

"Hey buddy..." I said awkwardly standing up.

He glared at me.
"Why aren't you worried about what's going on?" He asked

"Oh I am! I just thought I would be a kind sister and let you have some fun" I replied

"You have to come back home" he said reaching for me.

I shook my head.

"I stopped calling that place home when you kicked me out" I answered shoving him outside.

"Well, good day kind sir hope to bump into you another jolly time, but I must run and feed my cat bye" I said slamming the door on his face.
I grinned triumphantly and headed back to bed ignoring the chaos outside.

It wasn't technically my fault everyone was dying.

Well it probably isn't my fault.

Maybe..
Yeah it's definitely my fault I shrugged

Goodnight and goodbye world!