The Boy

I walked down the street, as lazy as a boy could be. Throngs of people in the streets, not taking a glance at me. Then a siren wails, followed by black and white sedans with flashing red on top.

I lifted my head after finally realising my surroundings. I see a crowd gathering on the opposite side of the streets. Some were having their phones in front of them, few were having their phone beside an ear. I glimpse flashing white light and that made me see how stupid humans can be. I neared the site.

Oh, what a scenery worth taking pictures of.

A woman lying on the floor, covered in crimson red. Some were blood, some were her dress. I cannot differ between her dry dress and her bloodied one.

Then, I hear mutters coming from a megaphone. Huh, it seems the policemen were chasing the murderer.

A new experience. It was a new experience. I've always loved experience, especially new ones.

After a while, I strode across the streets with the laziness I've always had. Then..., I hear tire screeching. I see a white van nearing. I see phones and heads turning. I hear a bang. I hear death. It was my death.