Well... I'm alive I can't complain but hell if you gone through four days worth of surgery, you got something to be against. Like I said the bullet didn't go through me, it shattered inside my chest and spread through the muscle tissue. Oh yeah they also forgot the fucking laughing gas to sleep me through the God damn thing. Every time a painful scream left my mouth they screamed for my silence... Eventually one of the doctors "put me to sleep" on his own. Bad enough I came too outside the hospital in a ditch. Hell I wasn't askin for sympathy, just wanted a descent fuckin treatment.
Well after cleaning the dirt off my clothes and wiping the blood off my face I started to make my way back home. With my luck I would've been thrown in jail by now accused of some bull shit I didn't even know happened. Well for those who care... I wasn't tossed in the slammer, I was found innocent due to certain stab wounds, which by the way still haven't healed.
Half way back home I finally got that coffee I've been wanting. I was surprised to see that I actually had something to look forward to besides certain pain. Well the coffee was good but what I felt might happen wasn't so pleasant. I got a whole life ahead of me, why care what bad shit happens right? Well then again bad shit yet again happened moments after. Yeah I know poor me, boo hoo, who gives a shit but I guess that's the whole purpose.... To show you how shitty my life is. Anyway back to the matter at hand, I glanced across the street and there I saw possibly the most amazing girl I've ever seen at school. Her name is Jessica, she's about four feet tall with the voice of a fucking angel...but no way in hell I'd be able to even have a conversation with her let alone ask her out, so I just kept walking until that one shitty thing happened.
That same guy came back for more trouble. He was sprinting down the other side of the road to what looked like he was headed for Jessica. Well of course being me, I got worried and plus this was my chance to impress her if something bad were to happen. Conveniently the guy began to get closer and closer so I looked for traffic and limp ran my way across the street. At that moment I was in the clear, I had a wide opportunity to catch the guy if he did anything stupid. But yet again with my luck.... Bang, not a bullet this time but a small four seater car.....Fuck... It wasn't too bad but it was enough.
The hit reopened the wound a little but like hell that was gonna stop me from getting that guy. When I got on my feet the car that had hit me drove off in a rush, not like I gave a shit. The guy ran right into her knocking all of her stuff on the ground including her purse that he ran off with. Yah I know typical purse saviour right? Wrong. As any man would I chased that bastard down the block. It hurt like hell trying to catch up to him with my blood dripping out of my body but luckily this guy had one too many dinners today. I eventually caught the guy around the second block, I snatched the purse from the guy and gave him a few hits for the pain he caused me.
When I got back to her I was too late, this random guy came outta nowhere and helped pick up all her stuff off the ground. Seeing the smile on her face when it happened kinda broke me. I figured I'd have to go return the purse...duh. I limped over to them but as soon as I got there that smile on her face changed fast. I was limping closer feeling the blood inside me lower after each step. I stuck my arm out handing over the purse but I wasn't close enough for them to notice I guess cause I heard her shout "that's my purse". I shouted back "yeah I know...here" as the guy next to her walked forward angrily towards me. I really couldn't see what he was doing cause my vision got shady but all I seen was a shadow so I said to it "I believe this is h-" then I passed out on the sidewalk.
Luckily I got my second wind quick after he was finished kicking me while I was down. I woke up to a sight I hoped was an illusion. She ran up to him and hugged him for helping her get her purse back from the piece of trash who took it. The thing is... The gauge in my chest wasn't the thing that hurt the worst, what's next?... I'll push through. My shirt soaked up the blood left on the pavement but I guess the good news is that it stopped bleeding...for now. I forced myself up from the ground and saw them both locking hands together strolling o so merrily down the street. Well I felt like shit after that but I thought to myself what if she knew? What would've changed knowing my intentions of returning her belongings. "Sigh... If she knew".
