"While at the beach you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say? Who would you like to find it?"

Hello! So, I just want to let you all know that I am going to be doing stories based off of the prompts, not just doing what the prompts say because most of the prompts are actually just listing things to make or do (as you'll come to see in a lot of the next chapters).

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My footsteps crunch as they press into the cold snow, I look around me. It's barren and what little chunks of sand are left bleed into the snow and ice, making it dirty and coarse. I think about everything that I've done, all of my mistakes and betrayals that I can't take back. I look down at my shirt, once white, is now splattered red like a Pollock painting. I fall to my knees, "what have I done?" I thought, "How could I have done this?" Tears, burning like lava coming to scorch the earth and start anew, flows down my cheeks. I find it hard to think, so, in a blur, I pull out the paper in my bag and start to write. I need it somewhere, I need him. But he's gone, and it's my fault.

Hello, My name is Quinn,

I hope you can try to understand the problems that I'm facing at this moment in time. The world has turned ugly. In the past, the beaches of California were described as beautiful and fortuitous, but now, they are a cold empty shell of what they used to be, covered in snow and ice, barely any sand to be seen. I don't know when these beautiful beaches became this abomination, but now, I sit here, hoping that there is still another person in the world who will find this and relate. Our beautiful planet has been destroyed by our own hands. Maybe, if we saw the signs sooner, acted more, this wouldn't have happened.

I don't think anyone will find this, but if you do, leave this God forsaken hell of a world. I wish we tried to correct these mistakes. I mean, from the books I've seen, and what I've read, they knew this was coming for years, and they did nothing to stop it. I don't think anyone is coming to save this planet. To save me, or you, or anyone else still unlucky enough to be here. If you find this, and can read it, please, just find a way out. Don't worry about me, there isn't much hope here anyways.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the words to describe him, how he made me feel, what I did, why I did it. The only reason that kept coming to my head was that I'm a monster, that no one at all would want to stay by my side. In an effort to wash away the pain, I start to write again, hoping I don't ruin the ink with my tears.

There hasn't been hope for a while. Not since I lost my brother. Tyler was an amazing brother, he was kind, sharing, and protective, and I couldn't protect him the one time he needed me. I'm the little sibling, I'm not the one who's meant to be fighting, but I should've, I should've fought to make him stay. We were safe for a while, staying in our old family home, the one on Charleston Street, the protected place. But, the animals started returning to the streets, scavenging and tearing apart houses, piece by piece. It started becoming more dangerous to leave the house, even to the backyard. But, this made us fight more. He wanted us to leave the town, find somewhere more secluded, but no. I wouldn't, too many memories, too many tears, too many losses in that house. Tyler tried over and over to make me go with him, argument after heated argument he was taught how stubborn I truly was.

He left anyway, said if I didn't want to be saved there was nothing he could do. I cried. More than I'd like to admit. I loved Tyler with all my heibt, he was all I had left. I gave him a hug and thought about leingh vuth him, but I couldn't, I refused to leave the memories, I just wish I hadn't. He turned around and walked down the steps. Where he was attacked. The animals pipmrcd, scratching and slicing anywhere they could get to. I watched, hoindred, my t-shirt being splattered with the blood of the last penstn I cared about. I've given up, but I want you to survive. If I survive, then I survive, but I don't expect or hope to. I tjuink yhu slinfd fund somedhvubre shue to sthy. Protect thine yju chae auyet.

I stopped writing, having realized that my tears were making the words less and less eligible. I sat, crying, sobbing, I don't have anywhere to go. I can't write anymore. I can't bare to. I roll up what papers are there and place them in a bottle I found on the beach. Surprisingly still intact, and throw the message out to sea. I watch it float and wobble, I watch water slowly leak into the bottle, ruining the letter, making it wobble more, until it doubled over, overflowing with water and sinking. I stop crying. I sit there, blank, having no more tears left to cry. I decide to calm the silent sobs that have begun to rake my body, and mourn my potential friend. But, not only them. I also mourn myself, my little brother Brian, my mother Caroline, my father Jason, and you, my lost friend I never got to meet. I fall onto my side, once again being wracked with throat clenching, dry, painful sobs that I feel not only in my heart, but in my head. I feel the pain in my eyes, my nose, my mouth, my fingers, and my toes. I feel the pain of everyone I lost throughout each and every pore in my body. I closed my eyes, watching the cold moon rise, I couldn't handle the pain anymore. So, with the calm breeze and the cold more to greet me, I go to sleep, hoping to never see the light of day.

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Hey guys, sorry, that was super depressing, I know... But, I have some news for you all! I have decided to:

a) start writing my own book with my own characters and plot without a prompt! Crazy I know, but I really like the plot I have planned out for the characters. Also, I plan on uploading the first chapter when I get to 100 followers because thats a really big step for me, and so is writing my own book, so please share my story (oof) to people you think will like it and hopefully I will be able to get there soon so I can post the first chapter!

b) I want to start taking suggestions for short stories or smth, idk yet. I really like this idea because it will start to include you all more into my writing and it will help me to keep writing because its more than just, I'm writing this thing for me and sharing it with others, it will be, I'm writing this for another person because they want it and they want me to share it.

Also, if you enjoyed this, please vote, comment, and maybe follow me! I hope to start posting more!!!!

Y'all are amazing, keep being amazing, and soar above any and all expectations! <3 - Sora