I try to get up, but I can't, my legs don't work anymore, I'm trying to avoind the tears, but I'm fully aware that they'll come, sooner or later, making me look like a geek.
Last I remember was a red Opel Astra hittin' everybody in its sight, two women, an old man, some kind of bussiness man and me. I jumped, but, stupid me, I jumped to the car, instead of the sidewalk, dunno who was driving, dunno why it happened, dunno were the hell am I now. It doesn't look like a ER center, I'm sure that it hasn't passed many time since the accident (was it an accident?), I still have the wound I made when I was going dowstairs, i'm sure that I'm not here for more than one day. Wait, someone's here.
-"Shut up, Mr. Marcus, you're brought here for a reason"
-"Wha... wait... wait! I can explain"
I try to wake up, but I can't, my body doesn't work anymore, I'm trying to cry, but the tears won't come, I'm sure of it.
Last I remember was a man calling me "Mr. Marcus" saying something about me being there for a reason, pulling a gum from his trenchcoat and shooting at me repeteadly. Wait, someone's here.
-"Shup up please, this is a common graveyard, and some of us would like to rest in peace.