Homemade Sorrow

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. Throughout all my years of life that's the only thing I've learned.

I, Dusk Johnson am laying here in a pool of my own blood….. yeah, the saying is definitely fucking true. I turned my head to the right, simply witnessing the scene in front of me.

I can see everybody trying to help me, "get him on the str—". Their words are starting to fade out.

They're all yelling but I can't hear their words….. is this how it feels to die?

"Dusk! I'm so sor—".

Momma?

Of all people why are you crying? You're this one who did this to me….. hahahahaha….. my vision is started to dim even as I looked at the moonlight, it's rays beaming down on my face along with the lights of the ambulance. Isn't this a wonderful sight to see? At the dead of night I get to see the sky one last time before I die, to be honest I thought dying would be a lot more painful so this makes me kinda happy.

I feel oddly sleepy now, maybe it's time to take my final nap…..hahahaha, Well that's it I guess.

But before I go I want to say one last thing, and I truly hope your listening. I stuck my middle finger high in the sky with the little strength I had left and said what I meant with all my heart.

"God…. Fuck you."