1 Last day on Earth... Prime

Earth-33

Los Angeles June 15th 2022 6:32 PM

This world is fuckin' rotten. Everything is political and nobody can mind their own fuckin' business anymore. I was assured I was going to get the part in a movie done by Netflix until a clip of me on social media yelling at some blue haired feminist went viral and now all of a sudden Ezra Miller is taking my spot in the film.

The clip that went viral of me wasn't even the full clip and was heavily edited. I was just walking by when that hippo with blue hair hit me with her mobile scooter and started calling me every name in the book. I had no idea who this crazy lady was, but I've never been one to just sit and be used as a door mat. I had a bad habit of not being able to keep my mouth shut if I felt wronged.

The clip started when I yelled back at her and out of context it looked terrible and the person that posted it added commentary saying that I was some Incel that hated women and I was harassing her. Mind you, I said some mean shit to her, but it was not unprovoked.

If the video had started from the beginning of our problem it would show the part where she had ran into me with her mobile scooter on purpose because I was in her way supposedly. Life is truly unfair at times.

My agent is telling me that I have to make a public apology on social media and make things right with her. Personally, I never wanted to see that loud mouthed woman again, but I needed work and desperate people do things they are not proud of often. I can't live out of my car forever.

I was on my way home/car gnashing my teeth in anger as my blood boiled and my anger consumed me. I was a poor loser that couldn't find work and now I'm being forced to make a shameful apology video if I ever want to work again in the future.

I was a man with a certain level of pride and if it wasn't for my growling stomach constantly reminding me that I need work, I wouldn't ever apologize to her.

As I was walking to the car which was just around the corner, I saw a young boy that looked about 5-8 years old. The kid was riding around on an electric scooter not paying attention to what was in front of him. The boy was about to cross a street and a truck was heading straight for him at a high speed. Trucks that big can't come to a fast stop and the driver didn't seem to even see the small child to begin with.

As soon as I realized this I yelled loudly "WATCH OUT!" and ran towards the kid who looked my way in shock instead of seeing the danger in front of them. I ran as fast as I could and by time I got to their side I could only save one of us.

I could either push the kid out of the way and take the hit or ignore the kid and let him get hit. Those were the options and I knew it in that split second. I made the choice without even thinking about it, but even if I had thought about it, I would have still made the same choice. A middle aged man like me who has nothing going for him or a young kid that has his whole life ahead of him?

After pushing the kid out of the way, the truck hit me. It hit me so hard that I didn't feel any pain. The only thing I was aware of was what I could see with my eyes and the feeling of not being able to breathe. I couldn't get my body to inhale and exhale air like I've done my whole life. It was extremely scary.

As I laid on the ground I realized I couldn't move my lower body. Looking down at myself I could see why. I was a mangled mess of flesh and blood and my intestines were hanging out of my stomach. I was not going to survive this and I knew it, but even though I knew that, with my only working arm I tried to stuff my insides back inside me to no avail. I was clearly in shock and just doing what little I could.

The last thing I saw before my death was the kid that I saved crying and yelling for help. The kid was worried about me. Seeing him run around yelling let me know that he was going to be okay. It made me happy knowing I made a bit of a difference in this life.

I mustered up a smile and gave the kid a thumbs up with my working hand. I did my best to let him know it's not his fault without being able to speak. Seeing me smile with my guts hanging out must have scared him even more though, because he threw up and then passed out right after.

In this world I only had a brother named Michael. He and I never really kept in touch after getting older, but we didn't hate each other either. We were just too busy with our lives and lived a few states away from each other. It made it difficult to ever see him. I wondered if he would mourn my death. He's probably the only person that would attend my funeral. I always pushed people away and kept them at a distance so I imagine my brother is the only one that would care about my death.

No wait, maybe this young kid I saved will value my life considering the fact I sacrificed myself for him.

If buddha and reincarnation exist, I hope to live a life where I am loved and cared for by many. It was a selfish thought, but I was a selfish person to some extent. Saving that kid was probably the first selfless thing ive ever done in life and if you asked me yesterday if I was capable of such a feat, id probably say no. I surprised myself greatly.

After a few minutes of trying to breathe and not succeeding, I finally died.

What a waste of a life I had lived.