Death

It's not something people enjoy dwelling on; it's just a depressing fact of life that's generally unexpected. I try to stay optimistic and say no one really wants to die but sometimes life is just so fucking hopeless and I wish for the return of the Apocalypse to thrust us into eternal darkness.

So what I'm a fucking Hypocrite.

Imagine this, you like almost every other teenager around the world are walking home chatting along with some of your very best friends, or they just could be your semi-friends, hell you don't even have to like the idiots they could be some more of those psycho assholes that stalk you.

Well as you push pass the always irritating after school crowd some random stranger, someone you've never met just suddenly walks up to you and says…

"In exactly ten minutes as you cross the next street you will be struck by a car, all your major organs will rupture and you will die choking on your own blood."

What would you say?

What ramped little thoughts would be crossing your mind?

Jamie wasn't any different; she was a just a normal girl, with normal friends, a normal family, normal life style, a normal job, a normal social life, a normal hair cut. Let's just say the damn girl reeked of normality.

And at this moment something perfectly abnormal was going to happen to this ordinary girl, something that would plague her small home town for years to come, something that rip away the lives of many well known residents of little nowhere.

She was going to die.

A foolish spit decision of a newly licensed boy gleaming with pride as he showed his overly excited girlfriend how gracefully his second hand dark blue 1998 sierra Chevy tore up the desolate streets.

Hitting the gas instead of slamming on the brake as the structure of a plain girl strolled on to the street, using the faded crosswalk as she did on any other typical school day.

No one every saw what really happened; thousands of different versions of that days events circled around the ladies evening walks, the usual passing off and checking of shimmering lip gloss in the girls bathrooms, the ramped rumor mill known as the daily sunshine newspaper.

The only thing for certain was that little average Jamie Daniels who had lived in the same small town her whole life, was about to graduate with most of the people she had gone to kindergarten with was dead before she even hit the road.