Fan Fiction ❯ Death Means nothing ❯ Prologue

Death means nothing

 

 

Disclaimer: This kid ran away from his home. He left for a few years and thought it would be okay to return. His father however told him that if he ever ran away that he shouldn't return. Needless to say his parents rejected him and this is the aftermath. Also this is in first person.

 

 

 

I sat there staring off into space. More specifically at a tree that was bear, there was no white cloth in site. My parents have rejected me. What else could I really say? I honestly thought I could join in, be apart of a family again. But my father was right. I never should have returned.

 

 

Now I wondered what I would do. Where would I go? I didn't even want to take the train that left for where I stayed. I felt out of place where ever I go. So I wandered, days, weeks, and months even. I wandered down the long interstate highway for hundreds of miles before I saw in the distance of a large city.

 

 

I remember my mother told me of this city. About how prosperous it was peaceful and beautiful it was. Maybe I would find something there? After all I had no home to go home to, or at least any home I wanted to go home to. As I traveled getting closer and closer to the city I contemplated why my parents rejected me. I blamed everyone but myself. It wasn't my fault I left that home. They brought it upon themselves, I would think angrily to myself.

 

 

I decided to go to the city to find new hope. But when I finally arrived I saw nothing comforting. It was a brisk 40 degrees outside and raining. All I had to wear was denim jeans, steel toed boots, A black tank top and a leather jacket. It helped, but not much. The streets were wet with rain. The droplets of rain bounced of my head and jacket. I walked to the curb to call for a taxi.

 

 

When I finally got a taxi I asked him to drive me around for awhile. My mother described me a peaceful, prosperous, and warm place filled with honest and kind people. But all I could see out the window was evil and corruption. Crime… Death… Decay… Greed… Mom wouldn't lie to me about this place, would she? Maybe she was just trying to protect me and just assumed I'd never go there. But then again, I doubt she ever thought I would have run off like I did. But just looking at this place scared me. I asked the man to please stop the cab. He asked me a ridiculous price for his services, which had pretty much wiped out all my financial resources. So now I wandered the streets of this godless city down the misshapen. The evil was there, you could feel it, touch it, taste it, and practically grab it out of the air. It felt like the angel of death hovered above this forsaken city, continually swiping at its citizens corrupting their souls with each swipe.

 

 

I got to the crosswalk… That's when everything changed, for me, for everyone. The sign said walk, and I proceeded. A heard the sound of screeching tires and someone yell "LOOK OUT". The Ford F250 slammed in my side sending me flying into the parked car across the street while the car slammed into a light post.

 

 

I opened my eyes, and looked up. All I saw was the gray sky and the large indent in the car I hit. I slowly got up and looked over the car that had hit me, which had ignited in flames. I walked over, holding my left shoulder. I looked down my side as I walked. My left arm was covered in my own blood and my left shoulder immobile. I reached the car and proceeded to try and pry open the door with all of my strength. All the meanwhile everyone just stood there staring. I wondered while no one tried to help me. Has evil really corrupted this city so much that not even pain and suffering will affect them?

 

 

I pried open the door and got in the burning car. I reached and grabbed the man in the driver's seat; He reeked of alcohol, and wasn't breathing. I checked his pulse. An instant painless death, But then I noticed a little girl in the back seat. She was about 6, I would say. She sat their crying, wondering why her father was moving. I crawled in the back and tried to get her out. I started kicking the door because I could not get it open with my hands. As I was kicking I could feel the effects of my injuries. Fatigue and exhaustion was beginning to set in. I finally kicked the door open and tossed her out. She got up and stood right next to the car.

"But why?" She asked while wiping up her tears. There was no time to explain. I did the only thing I could do.

 

 

"RUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!" I yelled. She then ran off. It was over.

 

 

I rested my head down, letting myself go. I saw a bright orange light. And then black. It was over, the car blew up and my life blew out like a candle.

 

 

A week later they held a small funeral service for me at the request of the little girl. She stood there in front of my tombstone. On it a small inscription, He was unknown to us. But gave all he had for us. For him… Death means nothing.

 

 

She stared and dropped a rose on the freshly dug dirt, and slowly walked away. Soon after the city was back to normal, back to it's evil ways corrupt ways. And when I say everything changed. I guess it was just for me.

 

 

My death meant nothing.