Chapter 1: A tormented soul’s final day

Hell. Thats how I'd describe my life at this point.

Parents left me on my own

I finished high school with good grades...

Didnt get accepted into any colleges....

Idiot driver smashed into me causing me to become paralyzed and in pain in my right leg...

It was treatable but I didnt have the money.

Soon I became homeless.

I tried my best but it was in vain.

I now lay on a bench getting ready for the night ahead. Chicago is a cold place during the winter. Im tucked under a bridge, but the frigid cold tears at my exposed skin.

"What did I do to deserve this?", I complain while shivering. 

I shift on the bench and notice an officer approaching me. 

"G-guess I cant live here now if someone is calling the cops", im stuttering from the cold. Usually, people just did this just because they didnt like a homeless person in thier sight all the time. Must be nice to have the luxury to worry about that.

I get up to start packing since i already know the drill. The officer then runs up to me.

"Do you know why I'm here, sir?" he asks in a accusatory tone. 

Of course I know why he's acting like this. A lot of the run ins i had with these cops were bad. They are only cops to flash thier authority around. Then they wonder why the people dont like them.

"I do. Just please allow me to leave. Whoever called you just wants me out of thier sight." I reply in a sullen tone without looking at the officer.

"I still need to conduct an investigation. You are still a suspicious person", at this point i know im going to get searched whether i like it or not. These cops dont care about rights.

"Sure, just dont kill me", I reply. He's your typical donut eating cop. Hes quite ugly as well.

"Who said anything about me killing you?" The cop said in annoyed tone.

"W-What would you like me to do?" I ask in an equally annoyed tone.

"Why are you stuttering? Are you on something?" He is now accusing me of things now.

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"Do i look like i could afford something that can do that? Im just cold, sir. Can we please get this over with?" I counter him.

"I dont know it could be the reason why you look homeless. Face the wall over there will yah?" I comply without responding to him. Eventually, the search is over. I kept my long expired I'd on me. I cant afford a new one anyway.

When we're finally done, he tells me to find someplace else to go. This is "private property" he said. This area is public but i know better than to correct him. He leaves, finally after having his fill.

I limp away, using a makeshift cane. Its a large stick with a tennis ball on top. Because its nighttime, I need to find a place fast or ill freeze to death.

My pace is slow. 20 years old with a cane...what kind of sick joke is this? 

I look up to see several men doing what looks like a drug deal. I quickly turn the corner which hides me as I shuffle away from the area.

"Oh officer heres some actual suspicious people. Guess you only do shit when some white people call", I cough like crazy after saying this. I've lost my energy by the time im done, and i sit on a curb to catch my breath. My stomach growls.

Why do I keep fighting? This world is clearly against me for one reason or another. I look down at my reflection.

My hair has grown down to the middle of my stomach. I dont know why but my face didnt grow with my body. If I didnt have all this dirt on my face I'd look like a girl. My eyes are a deep blue as well. The girls were all over me in high school. That was back when i had a part time job and could afford to clean myself up. When they found out I was homeless though, they backed off.

Suddenly, I hear a car engine coming down the road and they make a turn toward me. Before i can even react he pulls out a submachine gun and starts firing wildly in my direction.

I can feel the bullets putting holes in my chest and my only good leg. Since, i was sitting down i didnt fall to far to the ground. 

The car kept driving at made another turn down a different street, leaving me there.

I now sit in a pool of my own blood. I dont feel the pain yet. I use the handicap sign to pull myself up.

"Tired of my complaints huh?" I smile to myself blood covering my teeth. It probably mad me look like some kind of canabull.

I sit for a few minutes as I start to feel the pain. It wasnt too long before i heard sirens.

Just a normal day here in Chicago. I can hear the news headline already. They'll talk about where i was shot. Then they'll show some police cars in this area with yellow tape.

"Even if they do arrive in time and save my ass, i cant pay up. Im flat broke" I laugh which only causes more blood to come out of me.  

If I do die, if there's a god, don't reincarnate. In fact let my death curse everything about this world and the next that shares even a resemblance. You took and took until I had nothing. In the end you've managed to steal my dignity. 

I continue to curse the world and even fate itself until my eyes close for the final time. 

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