Phychosis

Chapter 5

After I said my killing vows, I made my way to
James's car and found it in the same condition as it was when we left it, the worse car in The state New York.
I got in and found the keys still in the ignition. I turned the key only to hear a click. I wasn't surprised, The car from the fintstones was more reliable at this point. I tried the key again only to hear another click. "Great, that's just fucking great" I said amongst myself. I was just about ready to say "Fuck it" and try to walk until I either bled to death, or the assholes came back and put another bullet in me. But for the hell of it I tried it one last time. And with the little bit of luck I had left in life the Terrible excuse of a car started up. And with that I was on my way.
During the long and excruciating drive home I was was thinking of the recent events that unfolded in front of my very eyes. Why didn't he kill me? A part me was wishing that he would've. But the rest of me was glad he didn't. Only because I was either going to kill him and his business or die trying. I haven't wanted to live so bad in years.
The pain was getting worse by the minute, but I wasn't going to be checking in to the ER. If I showed up to the ER with bullet holes in me they would've had the cops there in no time. And I didn't exactly have a good defense for why I was meeting with loan sharks at an abandoned lot. 
I reached for the dial on the radio to try and block out the memories. The memories of everyone I loved that I will never see again. The memories of me giving James such a hard time even though I knew he was just trying to live a life better than mine. He always wanted a family. But now he would never get that chance. But I wasn't going to let him die in vain.
I switched the radio on to hear timber timbres song "run" coming through the speakers. The new soundtrack to my life.
My vision was starting to get blurry, but I couldn't tell if I was dying or if the whiskey I drank earlier was going to my head.
All I knew was those bastards were going to wish they would've killed me back in that abandoned lot when they had the chance to.