Ficlets

I will never forget the sound of a body hitting the ground.

Words, who made them? Did they want people to get hurt from them? Did they want people to die from them?

I heard sirens coming closer to me. Your fancy machines won’t work, not this time. I’m going to die.

I’m going to die before you even reach me. I know, that man up there didn’t mean to make me jump. I made myself jump.

And now, I’m paying for it. The light began to fade away, as I struggled to look around one more time. Somebody was shaking me, but it only made me feel worse. I was being picked up, and light was almost gone.

I’m telling you, it won’t work. It won’t. I’m going to die. In the back of my mind, I didn’t want to die.

But, in the front, I did.

It’s not your fault, it’s mine. You said something, I overreacted.

And now, I’m paying for it. I heard a faint beeping in the background, and I could tell that I’m in an ambulance.

Sorry, doctor, your machines won’t work. It’s too late.

It’s too late.

I am dead.