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12:05 pm. 

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I just look at my wristwatch with disappointment. Today is surely bright, my eyes hurt because of it. I just sigh as I continue walking on the sidewalk, making my way to the playground. At this time, many kids will go play there. I wonder if I pushed one of the kids from the swing without their parent's notice, I could get the swing with no problem. I will be the swing majesty. HAH! let see. . . .

I continue to walk until I find myself at the traffic lights. It's red. In front of me is a playground; it looks like there's no kids on the swing yet. Less competition for me. Good enough for me. 

I decided to look around while waiting for the lights to turn green, just my heart had almost gone from its place when I saw someone next to me. It's a child, wearing a yellow dress while holding a black cat. That little girl have the most fucking creepy eyes ever that I have seen in my entire life. Why kids these nowadays become creepier than before? I still holding my chest as still looking at child before looking back the stupid traffic lights. It still red. How fucking great. I'm stuck with a creepy child and a cat.

Me and the kid stood there for like a couple minutes or so, waiting, before I finally heard the child's voice, yelling out. 

"Mr. Midnight, wait!" The black cat the child was holding suddenly came into my vision as it quickly crossed the road, before the child tried to chase after it. Suddenly, I heard the sound that I really hate the most. 

The sound of truck horn blasting. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck. I look at the direction where that fucking noise came from and see that shit were coming fast, to that child direction. Is the truck driver blind or something?! I need to do something fast. Suddenly adrenaline kick me on ass, like it is telling me to do something quickly before it's too late. I just go and run to that kid in panic, scoop her up and throw her to the other side of the road. I can feel a relief wash over me when I hear the kid just cry loudly as I literally throw her but not so hard back to the other side of the road where that playground might be. 

That fucking throw make me stumble and fall at the crosswalk, which I don't care, really. Before I can even get up, my vision turns black while feeling something hit my body very hard. Ah. . . 

What a fortunate twist. I got hit by the truck. I'm dead. I feel like I should cry about it but for some reason I don't. More like I can't cry. It might be because my emotions can't react to it perfectly. Well, it doesn't matter to me anymore, as I'm dead now. One thing for sure, 

I got to save a child and an animal from this cruel fate. . . 

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