"I hate you, Eli Goldsworthy."
Those were the last words I said to him.
The last words out of my mouth before I ran off into the darkness,
tears falling down my face like a waterfall of sorrow.
I accelarated more and more on my flawed, old crimson bike,
going faster than we ever did in his stupid, shiny black hearse.
It was falling apart, everything was falling apart.
And slowly, but surely, I was falling apart.
My vision was blurred; I didn't see what was coming.
Bright white lights, then... nothing.
I was gone, and I was never going to come back.