"Feel what?"
"Death."
"Fuck."
"What?"
"Bullshit."
"You don't believe me?"
"You're going through a phase."
"What if it's not a phase. What if I died tonight."
"Go. Die. I dare you."
He looked around. There was a dead calm. Silence. The streets were empty. Not a car in sight. Everyone was probably tucked in bed. Dreaming. A lamp post, about a couple feet away flickered. It illuminated the whole street.
It was just the two of them. Sitting at the curb. Feeling as fucked as ever. He got up on his feet and walked towards the center of the street. He plopped himself down.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to feel it."
"Stop being so fucking stupid."
"I'm gonna sit here and wait. Wait to be taken away. I want to feel it. I need to feel it."
"Fuck this."
She got up and left, staggering along the way, cigarette in one hand, a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.
"Where are you going?!"
"Home."
"You're going to leave me here?"
"You want to 'feel it' right. Then go! Go feel it. But don't think I'm gonna sit here and watch."
"Fine. Go! Run. The world is fucked, and you don't even realize it yet. One day, you're going to wake up and wish you'd left a long time ago. You're going to wish you never felt the pain, saw all the suffering, heard all the screams."
She kept walking, not looking back. But she knew he was right. She knew she'd wake up one day and regret it all. But she didn't look back. She couldn't. She couldn't because if she did, she'd admit it. She'd admit that she was fucked. If she looked back, she'd admit that she'd given up on the hope she once had. What happened to that little girl that had so much faith? That little girl that was so naive, so unaware of how scary the world really was.
And then, there was a loud screeching noise. A crash. And then the sound of a girl screaming. She swung her body around, and there his body lay - legs detached, blood spattered all over the cold concrete road, slowly spreading to form a tiny puddle.
She heard the frantic cries of the young girl, and saw her rummaging through her bag to get her phone. She looked so scared. Her life had changed.
And she stood there, shocked. He did it. He felt it. And that girl, the one that killed him, she'd suffer, she'd feel the pain, she'd cry herself every night to sleep, knowing she'd taken a life away. And for that short moment, she looked at his dead body and she envied him.
