Sunday, March 09, 2008

• The Beginning of My End

  They found me. The hunt was over. I, the prey, was about to die.

   

  It’s odd. I thought of the weirdest things. I thought that when people die, their entire lives flash before them. What happened was no where nearly as spectacular. The first thing that came to mind was rocky road ice cream. It was the most absurd thing at the time. I was about to die and all I wanted was to savor the chocolaty marshmallow taste just one more time.

   

  Then I started thinking about some of the things I had regretted doing. Maybe I should have been nicer to the Jerk, well I guess I shouldn’t call him that. I guess I shouldn’t have been so mean to Craig. Maybe he was an alright guy—in a weird, pretentious and obnoxious way. But who knows, I’d never find out.

   

  I’d never find out who my real parents were. I’d never know what they looked like or why they decided to throw me away. Why did they abandon me in this lonely world? I always imagined that they were a rich couple who tragically died in an accident after having me. Would I meet them in the afterlife?

   

  I’m not a religious person, but I was still afraid of God. Was there a God? Would let me enter Heaven or would he send me to Hell? Maybe I shouldn’t have stolen Mr. Warton’s wallet, that’d definitely count against me.

   

  If God existed, then why was I going to die now? I still had an entire life to live. I was still in college. Instead of letting me die, go and kill someone who deserved it. For a moment, I secretly prayed that God would strike down the three men who were after me. But it never happened.  Life was so unjust. The world is so messed up.

   

  Then I thought about how I told you that everything was okay with me. Well, soon enough, you’ll find out that I was lying. Damn, lying is a sin, right? I guess so is swearing. Well, you’ll find out at my funeral. Would you cry for me? Would you even attend? Would any of my classmates even bother coming? Who would remember me once I was gone? Nobody at school even knew me. I didn’t have many friends or acquaintances.

   

  But I began to doubt that I’d have a funeral. I was evidence to a murder, and the last thing these guys needed was another suspicious dead body. I’d probably be thrown in the lake or maybe my body would be sliced up into a thousand pieces. I toyed with the idea of haunting the earth for a couple centuries.

   

  All these questions ran through me mind. I knew that I would soon have the answers.

   

  Then I heard Craig’s voice, “What the hell are you doing to me? Get your hands off me.”

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