The year's end.
It was a wind swept week in the city. The figrid seasonal gusts brought colds across families in the communities. Dry skys made up the skys these past few days. If there was any precipatation there would be a guareenteed snow storm covering every thing in sight with a winter's coat. I've been huddled in my house waiting for this storm to blow past this New Year's eve making resolutions for 2018.
I'll go drive to see my friend in the nearby city once it warms up and finally meet their family, I thought to myself.
I'll land that new job and start paying off my future student debt I'll been build up higher than a tombstone in the up and coming years.
I'll be able to start that new workout and get so fiiiine looking that they'll all check me out when I'm just doing mundane things and I can start a new relationship too!
Reciting this mental list in my head, I waddled into my morning routine;
Coffee
Bathroom
Shower
Coffee
Food?
Cocoon in blankets
Computer Games
By midday I had decided I had already invested too much time into this new game and it wasn't logical to fill out another twenty job applications just to get rejected next week. So I played into the night, the black loading screen revealing reflections of the year, 2017, in the screen, weather disasters, charity fund-raising, memes, heartbreak, motivational stories, ever-present rising climate change, and they all felt so much like the year before.
*KNOCK*
A daft knock at the door wakes me up from my trance. Slowing I make my way towards the door. Glancing out the front window I'm reminded that it's nearly midnight, the dark lawn is backlit by the neighbor's porch lighting across the cold street. A sillohetted figure stood outside the front door, unmoving in the tundra-like weather. I snuck a peek through the peephole of the door.
*KNOCK*
My eye widened. The figure hasn't moved, no hand raised to knock, but I definitely heard that second knock... from behind me.
Turning around in a panic I see the back door is open, the rushing figure of solidifying smoke rushing towards me, shielding myself with weak arms I close my eyes and try to charge against this.. THING. Panicked palpatations push me with a pinacle burst as I impact this thing.
A whine escapes me. I slowly open one eye. This smoke shithead assultant is slowly forming into something.
A pain. My gut.
I look down and see a wide blade with a jeweled hilt skewering me like a olive on a martini glass. The color is fading from my sight, but those jewels still sparkle the same way since I had used this weapon in the same way last year. Last Year put up more of a fight than I did, but I've grown distracted over my reign.
I vision tilts up to see myself form from this asshole of a mist. It smiles, grips the hilt. I feel myself getting siphoned through the jewels. Feet compacting to the knees, compacting to hips, to the gut, and arms folding over into my chest crishing into the gut. This 2018 fuckface clone of me looks down, still smiling, "2017, Happy New Year's."