I feel in most cases everyone dreams of being something great. Maybe its normal to want to leave your mark before you eventually turn to dust. So, does everyone have a fate? A destined path that they are bound to follow regardless of their fate? I would like to believe that something so designed wouldn't be true, I would like to think that everyone has a choice. However, that wasn't the case for me, my destiny ran thick through my blood. Now here I am, coughing that same blood up all over the cement floor. The knife pierced through my chest was not holding back from doing its job. Maybe I should back up a bit, my name is Finn and this is how I ended up in this fuck all of a mess.
3 Years Ago
I had just stepped out of the shower when my cell phone started to buzz. I wrapped a towel around my waist and tossed the clothes around on my bed searching for the source of the vibration, finally finding it underneath a black t-shirt. It was Jake, my best friend from second grade who was without a doubt the most annoying person I had ever met, but I loved him for that. I slid the green phone icon, "Hey Jake what's going on brother?", Jake was breathing heavily which either meant he had managed to get himself into another fight or he was late for work; it was always a fifty-fifty.
"Yo Finn we got a problem, I was talking to that cute sorority girl I was telling you about last week and some dude shows up to her apartment and just starts wailing into me. I managed to get out through the window but he's catching up to- ah fuck...", I sighed and started dressing as quickly as I could fully knowing where this conversation was going.
"Buy yourself five minutes buddy, meet me at the usual spot. Oh, and hey, if you can't manage to get away and he beats your ass can you pick me up something to eat im starving", I smirked imagining his face.
"Oh, fuck you Finn, just get over here", I hung up and grabbed the keys to my bike. 'No sense of humor these days', I thought to myself as I slammed the door behind me.