"I'll tell you my sins,
and you can sharpen your knife"
"Hey, the rain's getting heavier. Be safe out there, okay?"
"Okay. Goodbye, Mom."
Smirking at his pathetic and worthless self, he pushed the dusty accelerator in his glossy black Mercedes even harder in fury and hatred, letting his emotions take over his mind. He could not handle all the guilt. The faces of the innocent lives he had taken without even thinking twice flashed before his eyes once again, for the millionth time. He didn't have a choice and he couldn't change the past. Nevertheless, he still had to find a way to escape before he'd be hunted down like a wolf. Ecstatically swerving and halting, he then found his car violently tumbling down a rocky cliff. He now could only see the huge gash on his forehead with crimson red blood flowing down from his reflection in the mirror. All he could do was to chuckle and stay conscious for a while. Sirens eventually filled the air, and he sighed in relief. Huh, goodbye to you too, Cole.
Mustering all the energy left within him, he slowly opened his eyes and took a last glimpse. Pristine white walls along with depressing, blue curtains surrounded him. He heard his mother crying out loud, and he couldn't bear it. Whatever that was happening felt like the snowball effect to him, the guilt was building up.
"Hope I'll die soon." those were his last words, along with his signature chuckle and smirk.
Sobbing could be heard in the background. A piece of varnished wood along with a thick layer of plastic enclosed the elegantly-dressed teen within a human-sized box with flowers and a velvet blanket. What the heck, he thought. Am I not dead yet? Right, let's see. Flowers, blanket aaand human-sized box. Oh. Now they made sense to him.
