Prologue

I sat alone on the curb of a large intersection, somewhere near midnight. I buried my face in my hands as I sobbed, my tears running into my hair and clothing as I shook with each one. I peeked up, watching the few onlookers drive by without even taking a glance in my direction. After a while, the minutes turned into hours, and still, no one tried to help. I was truly alone, now. It was near dawn when I awoke, realizing I must have slept on the side of the road for that night. I stood up, wiping the remnants of tears from the very corners of my eyes, and started to continue my long journey by foot. I could see an s40 Volvo driving up the highway towards me. I averted my gaze from it, staring at the blank, gray, sky as I walked onward. For a few minutes, I ignored the oncoming car, but then I looked back. Maybe I should just end it right now. I thought to myself. Besides, no one would cry over my death. Just as the car approached, going at least 65, I jumped straight into the front of the car, making sure it would hit me. As the front of it hit me, I didn't really feel any sort of pain from the blow until my head hit the pavement and the rest of my body fell, landing with dull thumps. As I laid on the ground, a sharp throb of pain pulsed from my chest, ringing rhythmically with my heartbeat. I could hear the person jump out of the car, rolling me over, and then calling an ambulance. His voice was faint and distant as my mind entered the void, my eyes failing to stay open. At last, I had gotten what I'd wanted. The sweet blissful silence of death.