I watched as the the cops started setting up the Police Line tape. pushing everyone back so the medics could have more room. They didn't push me back though. They didn't even notice me. But that's okay.
"Clear!" I could hear one of the medics say as he took out one of those defibrillators they use to jump start a heart. I knew it wouldn't work. The man on the ground was long gone.
I knew that man lying on the ground. He was cunning, manipulative, a killer, rude, an emotional wreck, psychotic, a bastard, uncaring, unloving, and really a waste of a human life. All he did was bring pain to others. He was better off dead really.
"Clear!" They yelled again. Their was a crowd right about now. Some people who were friends to the man dead on the ground. But he would never admit such a thing. His ego was to big to admit he had friends of any sort. At most he called him his acquaintances, but in his mind he just referred to him as his pawns.
They tried one more time but, he didn't move. He fell from a window in a drunken stupor after his friends had left him alone. He was a complete and utter moron to tell them off like he did. He fell off his balcony and plummeted 5 floors and landed on his head. He didn't die right away when he fell. No, God wanted him to suffer, to make him feel SOME of the pain he has caused others. He laid there for almost 2 hours, bleeding out of his head that was cracked open. He had a lot of time to think. He regretted a lot of his decisions. Maybe things would have turned out different if he was nicer. Hell he knew things would be different.
The medic sighed and packed away the defibrillator and stood up. He looked pretty sad. Maybe if he knew who that was and what he had done, he would be happy he was dead. But no he was sad. He shook his head and everyone knew what that meant. They started to pack up. They couldn't do anymore for him. His brother ran under the line and fell next to his brother and started sobbing over his chest. He gripping the front of his shirt and pulled him up hugging him close and rubbing his back. He was crying uncontrollably. Despite the man thinking his brother was annoying as hell, a moron, and useless. Hell even told him these things to his face. Never once apologizing for it. The man didn't like him that much, but he cared. His brother still cried over him despite the verbal abuse he endured from his young brother.
The police didn't even care to move him. The police and medics started to get int heir vehicles and started to drive away. The crowd thinned out. Only his friends stayed and stared at his body. It started to rain and still they stayed there getting drenched. The rain didn't bother me one little bit. I didn't notice it for awhile really.
Now you may be asking yourself how I know this person so well. Well that person lying there on the ground. Dead, is me. My name is Luciano Vargas and I'm dead. But don't feel bad or cry for someone as vile as me. I'm okay. I'm happy to be dead. I deserved it. Really I'm okay being dead. I finally...found some peace. For the first time in my life I feel pretty happy.