Looking back on what seemed to be what used to be my home, but is now ruble and fire, even blood. My family lay dead. As I noticed that I am still bleeding from the forehead. I had a slight chuckle though at the mild tranquility of never having to see life again. As I know I now have a two hour long walk till death, as I plan to kill my self you see, since I now have nothing left. And seeing how all that I have accomplished is crap, I might as well since the bridge is only 8 miles away. So here I am, waiting till the bridge to come to my sight. And it comes now to me and my simple little smile stretchs across my face, but I spot a little girl, crying and alone. I walk over to her, sit down aside. Her eyes full of tears I ask what is wrong. Apparently her dog is now dead. I could not think what to say so, I said the first thing to come to pop into my mind. I am sorry, everything will be ok, etc etc. and then of course knowing me, I helped her burry her dog four feet under ground. I give her a slight hug, say a few words. I give her my jacket now that I see her shivering, and tell her she should go inside and sleep. The door closes and I begin to walk back across the street. And before my eyes I see it, two lights, and before I had time to move from what obviously is a car going high speed, I look back at where I buried the dog, and one thought comes to mind. That I will see it soon..............and yes, i know this more of a story, well that is what it is.
