Spring is wonderful.
The colors. The sun. Everything is so wonderful.
In the spring there are humming birds and bees but the bees won't sting you because they are so busy humming with joy over the flowers.
The best thing is the rain. It gives the thirsty desert ground a drink. It can give a bath to an animal that hasn't seen water in months. It gives you an excuse to stay in all day with a friend. Laughing. Giggling. Watching Disney movies that you almost forgot about and having a friend to pat your back while you cry a bit at the endings.
Friends are the best things aren't they?
But you know who wouldn't know? Equius.
Equius doesn't have any friends.
He tried making a friend once and they tased him. He tried again and he was put in a grapple hold with his face pushed against the concrete.
He doesn't have the will to even utter a curse word. How could be have the will to harm you.
It's not his fault that he looks like a criminal. It's not his fault that no one can like his face.
It's not his fault, no matter how many times you tell him that it is his fault. It's just his dumb luck's fault. His dumb luck and his ugly face.
That dumb stupid luck and his big ugly face always making bad things happen.
Equius is driving down the road. being sure not to do anything against the law. But then he got pulled over for looking "suspicious." Then they asked for his citizenship papers so he gave it to him. Then they searched his car for drugs. Then they searched his clothes for drugs. And when they found nothing they wondered if they should arrest him anyway but then an emergency call came so they left.
The rain fell from the sky hard. Like liquid pebbles tormenting him. Giving him the beating those cops forgot about.
He opened the door to his car and closed it with a slam. All he wants to do is go home and go to sleep. Sleep away his life. Sleep and sleep and sleep until he forgets that he's even sleeping. Is that how people die? He hopes that it is. And he hopes that it happens to him soon.
He heard a loud clunk. 'What could that be?' he thought. He gave an annoyed grunt and he tried to pull over but he did it to fast. Fast as a speeding train. A wild spinning train with no tracks to guide it.
And then loud screech. And then the car span out of control.
A loud, time slowing screech. But not too slow. Even if this event went at the speed of a snail it would have been way too fast.
A loud screech and woman. The nicest, sweetest woman you may ever meet. Got ran over.
A loud screech and a man. The nicest, sweetest man you may ever meet. Suddenly became the terrible, cruel man that ran over her.