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	Grand Finale
	Grand Finale By Austin Edwards I am barreling down the road, at pace of a driven man, with the ambitions of a drunken one, the false appearance like I have a plan, When a man approaches, with a trailing dog behind, whispers a phrase as he passes, "you should have left it behind" Just a smile on my face, didn't really hear and listened even less, as the train reaches the platform, off steps a girl in a flowing dress. Not of this time, how unique, taps me on the shoulder and with a smile, says "sorry you didn't drop something.. can't you see, to notice now would be worth your while". No time to ask questions, for the train will soon be leaving, just a crazy widow I suppose, yeah thats it she's in grieving, she had been muttering to herself all day I presume, empty words without meaning. Destination reached and now I alight, in such a rush down the road, no time to double check the light my mind a million miles away, satisfaction in my confidence and pace, like a rhino to my legs, my rag doll elegance and expressionless face. A moment of slow motion yet cant seem to look around, glimpse of sky, a glimpse of a car then the ground, a mixture or gasps and screams as if played in fast forward, all I hear and then exit all sound. A man looking over me mouthing words I cannot hear, such panic in his eyes, a glance to his hand and overwhelming fear. He steps away from me, there is blood on his hand, but it was just behind my head, its my blood, I have been hit why can't I panic? If I am hurt then I can't feel it. A crowd, an Audience, I want to smile, slight shame its the biggest one I ever got, I may not have entertained them, but I have definitely affected them..I can see they're distraught. I was so caught up in my pace, now the day seems so clear, messages from strangers I dismissed, trying to prevent me from ending up here. Now two men hover over me, they both wear that jacket that summarizes safety, I can't understand his questions, In is eyes we share a moment, we both know its too late for me. He holds my hand real tight as if I was his son, it doesn't seem to affect him too much, he makes his lips real thin, I can see his throat swallow and looks me in the eye, then against my will my eyes roll back and I just slowly look towards the sky. A quick reel of every photograph of me, mixed in with every girl I have ever kissed, every friend that made me laugh until it hurt, every midday smile at another day of school that I skipped. I say its quite the dramatic scene and all these people here to witness my last breath, I wish someone could take an overhead picture of this grand finale.. Someone blare mozart's requiem from a rooftop For this is my one and only Death. The End
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