For once in my miserable life I feel happy...doesn't help much that i'm bleeding out dying note to self don't run into busy driveways.
It hurt to look I knew I was going to die and that's when it happened.
I didn't see the light like people say...I saw red fire screaming...I was going to hell.
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"God damn it Morning already." Like every other boring morning I wake up from my garbage bag bed, Put on smelly ass clothes, And find something edible from the trash. Yep that's what I call life.
" Alright where the hell did I put that...Finally." Picking up my old pocket knife I did my daily routine of sitting against the wall begging for money. "Cash for a poor man?"
"Get a job you bum!" As usual one of these assholes would throw me something shitty. Only those little children give me money. "Good morning to asshole." I probably should have kept my mouth shut.
He Stopped in place and came back to me looking pissed. "What the fuck did you say to me hobo!"
"You heard me..." I looked up at him not really caring and flipped him off. Once again shouldn't have done that. The man Hit me right in the jaw sending me into the pavement below.
"What now you dirty bum!" In an act of fear I took my pocket knife flipped it open...stabbed him right in the neck. I stood there motionless horrified by what I just did. He kept muttering something that sounded like help, horrified I ran as fast as I could Hearing the unforgettable sound of police sirens.
" Oh fuck oh fuck...I'm so screwed." I stood in a nearby abandoned building trying to catch my breath. I had been running so long avoiding any contact with anyone.
