Chapter One: Stupid clock tower!
I lay, my body flat against the pavement; I look above to see clouds in shapes that I can't quite say in my dazed state. In the distance I hear a woman scream "Oh god I think he fell!" I let my eyes close briefly. Why am I not fading? I wait for the darkness to come but all I feel are the vibrations of footsteps running towards me. My temple is killing me- killing me, ha, good joke. I hear sirens wailing and I reopen them. Staring out of the corner of my eye, I see police men and women struggling to push back the crowd. If I could, I would snort. Fucking clock tower wasn't tall enough. I feel someone next to me I look up to see a tall man, dark, with a crappy toupee on his head. "Hold on son, we only need a few more minutes, stay with me now!" I look up and spit at him. Hey look, blood, I hope it stains his shirt. He turns back to the meds and yells "He's conscious!" geez these people take everything like its good news don't they? i close my eyes again. Maybe if I pretend they'll leave me alone. I realize with shock that im being lifted up onto what seems to be a gurney. Goddamn that clock tower! I open my mouth to breathe, but blood fills my mouth and I gag. I can't seem to open my eyes. Does this mean im finally dying? I feel myself going under. Finally… goodbye cruel world. And the darkness takes me into its reliving embrace.