Outside, the city had become a shapeless, billowing cloud with no edge behind it, while the town itself seemed to have molded and crumbled, like my insides. The wind was sharp against my face as I sprinted through the parkland. Families lying under trees and patches of green blurred my vision. The sky was a concrete grey, and I could see trees and steep hills which faded into the skyline with the rest of the world. My lungs started to pull, but I worked through the urge to stop. I guzzled in the air that surrounded me allowing air to access my brain which then allowed the dreadful flashbacks to run through my mind. I let the memory and pain attack my insides as it diverted my attention away from my aching calves.
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“Never seen you in my life.” Biggest. Lie. Ever.
He continued to approach me. Should I run? What do I do? His eyebrows raised in a quizzical manner, tilting his head to the side.
“No. I know you…” His speech was slurred and started to drift away. His pupils dilated in and out of focus. “You’re the guy from third street right? Heh,” he chuckled. He remembered me and this was a joke to him? A life was a joke to him.
“You’re really laughing, huh?” I questioned. He looked at me with his devilish stare and brushed his hand against his hair; the hand that had taken the life of my wife. “You ruined my life.”
“You’ll get over it, you big wuss,” he slurred even louder. “How’s the hand?”
“I used to be a promising engineer, and now I can barely write my own name. What do you think?” I asked him in shock. My hand became weak after the accident and couldn’t function the same way as before. It was too frustrating to deal with, and at the time my hand was the last thing I had to worry about.
“Most people don’t make it out alive. You should be glad you did.”
“My wife didn’t make it. Did you ever think about that?”
“I could give two damns about where your wife is.”
“You killed her.”
“I did and -
It was a twist of fate, the …show more content…
“Never seen you in my life.” Biggest. Lie. Ever.
He continued to approach me. Should I run? What do I do? His eyebrows raised in a quizzical manner, tilting his head to the side.
“No. I know you…” His speech was slurred and started to drift away. His pupils dilated in and out of focus. “You’re the guy from third street right? Heh,” he chuckled. He remembered me and this was a joke to him? A life was a joke to him.
“You’re really laughing, huh?” I questioned. He looked at me with his devilish stare and brushed his hand against his hair; the hand that had taken the life of my wife. “You ruined my life.”
“You’ll get over it, you big wuss,” he slurred even louder. “How’s the hand?”
“I used to be a promising engineer, and now I can barely write my own name. What do you think?” I asked him in shock. My hand became weak after the accident and couldn’t function the same way as before. It was too frustrating to deal with, and at the time my hand was the last thing I had to worry about.
“Most people don’t make it out alive. You should be glad you did.”
“My wife didn’t make it. Did you ever think about that?”
“I could give two damns about where your wife is.”
“You killed her.”
“I did and -