[ WP ] Your character is seconds away from death .

I sit and wait as the minutes tick by one at a time. The rain 
 hitting the windshield emanates a melancholic feeling, I light a cigarette 
 and turn on the radio. A slight feeling of anxiety rises up in my stomach 
 as I look out on the window, the dull murmur of music seeps out of the 
 dusty speakers. Reminiscing I feel longing to go back there, to a simpler 
 time, I wonder how it got like this in the first place. My whole life I felt 
 the urge to go out and live, but was never sure what to do, how to 
 start, I wish I had. I reach down to side of the seat and adjust the 
 back so that I can lie down. I tip my hat over my eyes and wait, for 
 what? I have been waiting all my life but never for anything, only for 
 something. 
 
 As I begin to drift off, the dull music carrying me off, I hear the 
 sloshing of wheels against cold hard pavement. I lift my hat and 
 readjust my seat, looking out the windshield I see the glow of 
 headlights next to the implication of two tall men. I step out of my car, 
 paying no mind to the rain above. Under the brim of a wide hat the 
 taller of the two men steps forward raising his armed hand slightly. 
 * “ You made the right choice Sam. ” * He spoke * “ Ain ’ t no way you could ’ a 
 gotten away, not from us. ” * I nod my head acceptingly, I understand 
 the punishment. * “ You sure did cause us a whole mess a trouble, 
 ‘ specially for ‘ n old geezer like yourself. ” * He brandished his gun, the 
 edges illuminated from the dull blotch of white hanging in the sky. As 
 he aimed at me I winced, not fully aware why, it couldn ’ t change 
 anything. 
 
 The shot rang out in the air, hanging in the sky as if waiting for 
 me to grab it, the short lived noise could have lasted an eternity and I 
 wouldn ’ t have noticed. The blurring between the sound and the ringing 
 in my ears impaired my measurement of time. I felt myself fall to the 
 ground before even comprehending the past moments. I tried to 
 remember all that I was but so many things drew blanks. Time started 
 to catch up with me and I heard the two men walk back into their car 
 and drive away. They would live on, maybe even forget of me, who 
 would remember then. I was never married, and all my family has died, 
 in those last moments I pledged to remember myself, all that I was and 
 could have been, my legacy would continue for the last seconds of life 
 I had left, and that was enough because for me it was the unceasing 
 truth that I ever existed at all. 
 

