Half essay, half fun

An accident

The metallic taste is on the tip of my tongue and lightly resting on the flesh of my rosy lips while the opaque red liquid ponds in the narrow tunnel in the side of my head. A pain explodes in my back, spreading like wild fire in a dry forest. The dusty smoke making its way into my mouth, down my throat and in the pair of my lungs after taking a deep breath in. The temperature licks my skin as it increases, the warm air stuffy, suffocating the fresh or even cold air. Lifting the only part of my body which would be able to make the dark and mysterious creature go down on the ground, out cold. Swinging my fist to the pea sized idiotic moron standing in a fighting sense, he falls down, when my hand comes in contact with his temple. I know that leaving him here, alone in a burning massacre would not help my conscience one bit, nor my crazy life. But nobody would have guessed that it wasn't an accident because it is. Looking down at the sack of bones and flesh, a damned coward, John would say. I made a bee line towards the only exit available, a hole in the wall. It was made by the mass of the whole corner left of the building crumbling down. Making my way out, I look back, seeing the small apartments building ate by fire, consumed, like a piece of paper turning into ashes in a couple of seconds. Nothing would come out, alive in one way or the other but I would be, because the person who is inside is me.