The pavement bit into me as I laid motionless in the street. This was it, the end to my story. My arms lay at my sides, and my hands were clenched into tight fists. Endless taunts people would shout at me in the halls over not being skinny enough, or not having a father and an alcoholic mother. Wvery time I try to talk to her about my dad, she just says he died in the military. Even though she doesn't have one of those folded flags military widows get at the funerals, or never taken me to his grave.
Whenever she's not drunk, she's either cooking meals or cleaning. I swear she's on drugs or Meth. The sun was setting, turning the sky a beautiful pink and orange. What a sight to die to. There's a stunning lack of cars out on this road today, usally it's really busy here.
I fished my old Nokia flip phone from my pocket to look at the time. It flashed bright green numbers at me, "4:46" it flashed, along with the date that scrolled under it and off the screen, only to return to the other side again. I then heard the rumble of a car. The tires popped and spat on the gravel of the pavement.
"This is it," I thought. I closed my eyes tight and a slight smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I heard it roll closer, gaining speed. Then, something pounced on me from the left and rolling me out of the path of the car, smashing the back of my head into the pavement.
The car swerved on the road followed by a string of cuss words. All I could see was the fuzzy silhouette of a man blocking the sun before I passed out from the hit I took.
To be continued...