A Year Of Hope

And by hit me,

I mean she nearly ran me over with a car. She didn't hurt me enough to send me to the hospital, but jeez did I have a bruise on my lower back for a good 3 weeks after that.

I fell to the ground, wondering if God, if He was even real, was trying to do me a favor and put me out of my misery himself, or if he was just trying to tease me into wanting to die even more.

I stayed on the ground, not because I couldn't move, just because I lacked the fucks to want to get up.

I heard the sedan door open and shut with a slam and I heard frantic footsteps run up to me. I saw the weathered converse of the perpetrator in front of my face.

"DEAR GOD DUDE, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! DO YOU NEED ME TO BRING YOU TO A HOSPITAL. I'LL EVEN GET YOU A LAWYER TO SUE MY PIECE-OF-SHIT-ASS! I'M SO SORRY!"

"The only thing you should be sorry for," I grumbled, "Is that you didn't hit me hard enough to kill me, but I can't exactly sue you for failing at that, seeing as murder isn't legal."

She gave a breathy laugh, sort of relieved that I was at least coherent enough to be sarcastic. "Well it sounds like you're okay physically, but emotionally, sounds like you're having a tough day, can I give you a hand."

"I got it, I'll get up."

I got to my feet slowly. There were holes on the knees of my pants, and my knees and palms of my hand were scrapped, and my back felt bruised. I felt pretty fine considering it all. I should've seen a doctor probably regardless, or taken her insurance, but I wasn't worried about either of those to be quite frank. I still had my plans to carry out.

I took a look at the girl who nearly ran me over. She looked to be about my age, 21. She was of average height, about 5'5". She had skin the color of bronze, shoulder-length, chestnut colored hair with loose curls, and thick-framed glasses. Her wide hazel eyes openly displayed her emotions.

"Can I repay you, dude? I really want to make it- Hey! Have I seen you before?"

"Uhhhh... no?" I said in my usual, slow drawl.

"YES! I HAVE! Do you work at that music shop in the mall? I asked you for music suggestions a handful of times as I do with all of the employees. You guys have such great taste in music, may I say! Anyways, you probably don't notice me among the hundreds of faces you see in your store."

Her bringing this up brought in a brief memory. She was somewhat of a regular. She came in once a month, at least. She acted exactly the same: loud, hyperactive, and animated.

"Oh... uh yeah think I remember you. You like... Blackbear right?"

"YEAH! That's me. Surprised someone would remember something like that about a stranger who is so insignificant in their daily life. I'm flattered even. I'm sorry, am I talking too much?"

I smirked a bit. Her derailing conversations were sort of funny. "You're cool."

"Anyways let me give you a ride home, don't worry I'm not a weirdo. I mean I guess I am, but what I mean is I'm not going to harm you. Well, I guess I already harmed you... Well, you know what I mean. You won't end up being human trafficked."

"I'm... it's... I have plans. Don't worry about it."

"Well let me give you a ride to your plans please! On me. No charge, no nothing. It doesn't nearly make up for me slamming into you with my fucking car but it's at least something."

She went to open her car door but it appeared that the door was locked. The girl groaned.

"Worst fucking day of my life!" She yelled before quickly looking at me. "Oh and probably yours too. Sorry."