The Challenge: Write about the California Superstorm. It's the end of the world, so please include a spiritual overtone.
I walk across the roof, the rain pounding on my shoulders. The roof could give any moment. I wouldn't be surprised. Pretty much every other roof in the state has collapsed. Every house has collapsed, in fact. Ours is one of the last ones. We live towards the back of California, so it makes sense that the storm, which started on the coast, would hit us last. But I wouldn't call us lucky. We are most definitely not lucky.
Life has already been a living hell. My family has been put through a lot of crap lately. The government has completely turned their back on us. Instead of evacuating the state, they took a run for it themselves. Who knows where our coward-of-a-president is now. Who cares?
I stand at the edge of the roof, looking down at the concrete below me. I take a deep breath. My parents are dead, they were killed before the storm began. They were killed because they worshiped on Saturday. I was mad at God, of course. How could he let them die when they were doing it for him? Now I'm alone with my little sister, who's only seven. She keeps telling me Jesus will be here soon to take us, but I don't believe a word of it. I tell her to give up on God, tell her that it's always been a lie. She's too stubborn, of course.
That's one of her very annoying traits.
The roof creaks, and I know that my life is coming to a close. I can hear footsteps behind me, but I don't turn. My mind is made up.
"Aaron!" a voice calls.
I turn to see my little sister, my seven year old sister, Lily, standing behind me. "What are you doing?" she asks, tears coming to her eyes.
I don't reply. I look out at the storm, that has destroyed the entire city. I turn. Lily is on her knees crying. Her sobs are racking her body, and surprisingly, I don't care. I'm forever scarred by the pain that my family has experienced. I'm forever scarred, knowing that I believed in a God that is nothing but a myth!
Lily screams at me. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
"I'm done," I say. That's all I have to say.
She knows what that means. She isn't dumb. She sobs even louder, then I hear her praying. Whatever. She can pray to her mythical God.
I stand at the top of the house, bending down, preparing to jump.
"He's real you know," Lily says quietly.
I frown. Anger swells up inside of me. I turn to her and scream, "No he isn't! If he was, then he wouldn't have let mom and dad die! He's just a myth! Something to tell people just to make them happy!!"
"You're wrong," Lily says angrily.
I blink. The rain is pouring even harder. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Life is getting hard, just like Revelation says. The fact that Lily, who is seven years old, is still alive doesn't make sense. Also, all of the seven plagues that were predicted in Revelation, have come true. It all does make sense. Maybe she's right.
I turn and look down. But even if she is right, I don't want to be alive any longer.
I jump. Regret swarms my body as I fall. I'm leaving my sister alone, in a destroyed world. But it's too late. I sprawl onto the ground, and life leaves me.
My sister is alone.
But not for long.