I wanted normal. But that seems so distant now. I just got out of a four year relationship due to 'playing hard to get' but honestly, I've been in and out of hospitals for the past month and didn't want to tell her. I'm dying, the doctors didn't say when but i know its soon. It seems way more intense than it actually is. I've accepted the fact that i won't be here much longer, but i feel empty now. Everyone left and no one knows because if they knew, they would've stayed and pretended they cared just to get attention on Facebook when I'm gone. I'm done already, i gave up. And now all i can do is wander this empty street talking to myself, praying a car will hit me and end this misery already.
I focused on the distance, where a figure emerged from the ground. It intrigued me but it was probably a hallucination from not taking my medication. I continued walking, stopping here and there to look at the leaves on the trees or the blades of grass moving as the wind blew. As i got closer, the figure became more vivid and at this point i knew it wasn't just in my mind. It was a man, he was staggering through the streets in the middle of the night which didn't seem reasonable unless you had a death wish.
I walked up to him, studying the way he moved, like he was hurt with a hint of insanity. That's when i saw it. Satanic symbols were carved into his torso, arms, and hands. He was stained red and out of impulse, i took off my sweatshirt and put it around him. "Do you need to go to a hospital? It's about two blocks from here, let me take you." I sounded neutral as i said it, like i didn't care, and it surprised me. I shook my head and returned my focus back to the man.
He looked at me, his eyes turned bright red while sharp teeth filled his mouth. Somehow, his hair got longer and his height increased, and that was at the point where he screamed getting ready to eat me, I'm guessing. I didn't run, my expression stayed the same, i gave up and this seemed like the coolest way to die, by some weird vampire dude that can grow and stuff. I looked at him, "Dude, can you grow on command? Thats cool."
As the words fell out of my mouth I prepared to get mauled by this satan guy. But he just stood there, his mouth open, his head hung low, and his height started to decrease. We stared at each other for a good 5 minutes before i decided i was too weak to stand and therefore, sat on the road. The guy sat down with me and it seemed like everything turned physically back to normal. Except for, you know, all the symbols carved into his flesh, but that's not the point. He looked sad, the way the nurses looked at me when they gave me the news, but this was different. He wasn't looking at me, but more focusing on the area behind me.
When i figured this out, i turned around and saw a car speeding down the so called empty street, towards us. "I should've been a psychic because I'm pretty sure i predicted this." I said, just as the car collided with my body, causing intense pain as it ran over all my limbs, only stopping when everything turned dark. Dying is lame.
