-MIDNIGHT CONFESSION
I killed a man tonight.
I knew he was dead the precise moment his body flipped over the hood of my car and slammed into the windshield.
What the hell was he doing out there, in the road, in that storm? I shouldnt have been driving. The rain was coming down in sheets. I could barely see the road let alone this poor guy. It was so dark, I couldnt see anything. I didnt even touch the brakes until the impact. Damn-it! What was he doing there? That fool!
At first I just sat in my car, I think. I was in shock I guess. When I was finally able to open the door and swing my legs out I noticed that the wind had picked up quite a bit. The rain was coming down so hard with the wind, it was stinging my face. I went to the trunk and fumbled around for the flashlight and walked out to find him.
His body had been thrown to the side of the road into some light brush. I had never seen a dead person before. He was just laying there in a heap. I shined the light across his body and tried to feel for a pulse. Nothing. He was one hundred percent dead. I took a couple of deep breaths and decided to look for his wallet, for his ID. I found it easily enough in his right back pocket. It was empty, no ID, nothing at all.
FUCK! I yelled at him, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? I wasnt sure what to do at that point; I think I was still in shock, so I walked over to my car to look for damage. Remarkably there was not even a dent. The windshield was fine too. I seriously could not believe this considering how hard I had seemed to hit him.
I glanced around my surroundings and sat back down in my car and tried to figure out exactly what to do. I suddenly realized that I hadnt searched all of his pockets. I had stopped once I found his empty wallet. I jumped out of my car and ran back to him. I frantically dug through the rest of the pockets in his pants and then started on his jacket. It was there that I found it. He had a note with him, it was a suicide note. That explained why he was out in the street, he had jumped in front of my fucking car! I stood over him and stared at his face for a very long time. I wondered if he had a family, if he had anyone. The note had no names in it, it just said Im sorry that was it. I felt more at ease knowing that it was really he that had killed himself and I was merely his way of doing it. This was a great load off my conscience, so I walked back to my car, started it, and drove home.
I killed a man tonight.
I knew he was dead the precise moment his body flipped over the hood of my car and slammed into the windshield.
What the hell was he doing out there, in the road, in that storm? I shouldnt have been driving. The rain was coming down in sheets. I could barely see the road let alone this poor guy. It was so dark, I couldnt see anything. I didnt even touch the brakes until the impact. Damn-it! What was he doing there? That fool!
At first I just sat in my car, I think. I was in shock I guess. When I was finally able to open the door and swing my legs out I noticed that the wind had picked up quite a bit. The rain was coming down so hard with the wind, it was stinging my face. I went to the trunk and fumbled around for the flashlight and walked out to find him.
His body had been thrown to the side of the road into some light brush. I had never seen a dead person before. He was just laying there in a heap. I shined the light across his body and tried to feel for a pulse. Nothing. He was one hundred percent dead. I took a couple of deep breaths and decided to look for his wallet, for his ID. I found it easily enough in his right back pocket. It was empty, no ID, nothing at all.
FUCK! I yelled at him, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? I wasnt sure what to do at that point; I think I was still in shock, so I walked over to my car to look for damage. Remarkably there was not even a dent. The windshield was fine too. I seriously could not believe this considering how hard I had seemed to hit him.
I glanced around my surroundings and sat back down in my car and tried to figure out exactly what to do. I suddenly realized that I hadnt searched all of his pockets. I had stopped once I found his empty wallet. I jumped out of my car and ran back to him. I frantically dug through the rest of the pockets in his pants and then started on his jacket. It was there that I found it. He had a note with him, it was a suicide note. That explained why he was out in the street, he had jumped in front of my fucking car! I stood over him and stared at his face for a very long time. I wondered if he had a family, if he had anyone. The note had no names in it, it just said Im sorry that was it. I felt more at ease knowing that it was really he that had killed himself and I was merely his way of doing it. This was a great load off my conscience, so I walked back to my car, started it, and drove home.
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