I tried, was never good at stories...
So, I guess before I get into the present, I should explain the past. But that's stupid, as nothing that ever had meaning, has meaning anymore, money, cars, women, heck even a big house don't mean shit anymore.
When it first started, I was enjoying myself on my fifth day out of prison. They were still watching me, and I hadn't had a Tv or anything, my god I didn't even have a window, I had nothing to warn me when they came.
My wakeup call was a couple of my neighbours clawing at my door. If I knew they were dead, I'd of jumped out the window, but god **** me, I had no way "to" know. When that first one came at me though, god it felt like a sponge truck at fallen on me, and not an averge sponge truck, one full of sponges "and" water. It was heavy, and spelt like a dog hate it'self. Too bad for those ones though, in prison, not only do you learn how to be a member of society, you learn how to direct all your hate on one thing, that and get ripped. Haha, ripped, that's exactly what I did to those things, heck, I'd be more scared of I then them if I weren't me. But yeah, that was my wake up call, not some dollarstore alarm clock that dies every three nights.
Out in the open wasn't really the best idea, but hey, no pain no gain right?.... right?
Oh my god, it was pretty much suicide, some guy out my window, was screaming and yelling. See, he thought what I was gonng think in four minutes, which is when the landlord and is familly were planning to visit me. Anyways, this guy, he's haveing a meltdown on the spot, because he's surrounded by.... shit I don't know, how many guys can fit in a stadium? Should be something like that, but damn, it was like watching a fish fight sand, to start with, even if it wins, it's still ****ed. So, back to my part, I was waiting in the elevator for floor- ah I mean ground zero.
Turns out that idea was shit two, has about three more guys, pretty sure the fags who were getting kicked out and some stupid kid tryed to jump me. The kid went down fast, thanks to Carla.Carla's my switchblade, she's fifteen years old now, been through alot with her, wasn't for her I'd be dead, or deader... is deaderer a word? anyways, I came down on the kid like a ****ing falcon, but the guys, they were heavy, kinda slippery too. One of the bastards actually had to balls to "TRY" and bite me. I made him feel sorry, if there's one thing I learned in the military, it's how to push two dumbasses off of you. One kick to the chest, and a blade through the head, not exactly what they taught, but it gets the job done. I wished I had died there, because I pretty much died inside at that point. I realised everything was gone there, only good side was... I already had nothing.
You ever read about 9/11? How people ran to the roof, just to jump off and die? Well these bastards had a take on that, but they weren't aiming to kill themselves, heck they were practically human bombshells. One ****ing came right down on me, felt like a truck, broke my goddam legs, still wasn't enough to bring me down though. Six others fell near me, and by the time I had crawled into an empty car, they had formed a human pile of shit. I really thought I was dead there, said around 40 hail marries, I skipped most of the lyrics, but I think he got the picture. It was like my big break or something, as it turns out the smell from the one that fell on top of me, combined with my puke and urine coating my cloths, I was a living one of them.
But that doesn't matter now, as as I write this on a ****ing napkin, through the pain of my goddam pancake legs, a truckload of people, seemingly intelligent as my smell hasn't tricked em, are clawing at my doors. Danmit Carla, we were so close, time wasters, knew they'd be the death of me.
