It was a rainy day in New York, as a man who seemed to be in quite a rush ran out of the UN building.
The man was running, sprinting, doing anything he could to get away from THEM. The ones that insulted him, used him as a scapegoat for their problems. He ran through traffic, and in front of a pickup truck that swerved suddenly at seeing the man run in front of his truck. But the man payed no mind, and kept on running. He was slipping and stumbling now that something was in his eyes. Tears. He was crying because they pushed him over the edge, shattering him like a delicate doll. They probably were laughing about it now. America had to admit, this was finally his breaking point after years of bottling up his emotions, pushing himself so far he couldn't take the pain. Every night he couldn't sleep because THEIR voices would always haunt him, their insults and comments chipping of a little piEce of his sanity each time they uttered those words.
America was so immersed in his thoughts that he failed to notice that a semi was heading towards his way, with no means of stopping. There was no way it could be stopped, considering that it was only feet away, and flying toward him at an unimaginable speed. He closed his eyes and braced himself for impact. He could use a little bit of rest anyway, considering that he hadn't slept in the past few days. Pain, and then darkness was all that he felt as he welcomed the deep sleeping coming his way.