The Break Up

     We sat in silence for almost ten whole minutes before she said something. "This isnt the way I wanted us to end." I starred into her pathetic eyes, with so much anger built up I was about to explode. Leah re-adjusted how she was sitting in an attempt tp get me to say something. "Alan, you know I've always cared bout you, and I always will." I found a black and white poster if a lonely man behind her on the wall of the old fashoned diner that reminded me of watching movies with my brother as a child.  My eyes fixed on the psoster, I knew I needed to calm down, or I'd throw this table through the large, cold diner window tht filled the entire wall to my right. "Will you please talk to me!" You have no idea what youre doing to me!" It was at that very second I felt something inside snap.  I could feel the rage creeping up my body slowly like the chills. My fists clenched, as my eyes met hers and she realized just how upset I was. "Was it as bad as me coming home and finding you in bed with another man Leah!? Because the way I see it, it doesnt get a whole lot worse!" I bit down hard on my lip so I would stop talking while I still could. Leah's face turned red, im not sure if it was because she was mad or embarassed, but she looked like she was about to cry. "Alan! You have to understand, that meant nothing to me!" Her voice began to plead as she realized her inevitable fate. "Well it meant something to me!" I screamed across the table as i got up and stormed out of the old diner. I could hear her yelling and scrambling after me as I blew through the door.  I fumbled with my keys for a few seconds before finally getting my truck door open. It took no more than a few socnds for Leah to be siiting right next to me. "I liked him at first, but things changed!" She was now yelling and my ears were ringing, but I wasnt listeneing.  My vision began to blur, and all I could see was red. It took the place of the old diner, it took the place of the small rain drops running down the windsheild, but most of all it took the place of the annoying voice still shouting beside me. "Get out of my truck Leah." I calmly stated. suddenly it went silent. Her voice had stopped trying to plead its case becuase she now realized it was a lost cause. It was over. The only noise was the soft tapping of the rain on the hood of the truck.

   Eugene Wilson is a middle aged man, his late 50's, and near the end of his life.  He spends his days roaming the streets for scraps of food, and begging for donations to silence the ever whinning voice crying for a nicotine high.  He spends his nights cold and alone, searching for a place to rest his tired and malnourished body.  He sufers from severe lung cancer that is only days from taking his life, and he hasn't the slightest idea.  Thoughts are always filling his brain, but he has no one to share them with, and so they lie, poisening his conscience.  people starre when they think he cant see, but whne eye contact is made they cawer and quickly avert like a shy dog.  He sees happiness in other peoples faces, and wonders where he went wrong. He ponders on this sickining thought for so long that he doesnt realize that the sun has sent and the nights chill is setting in. He cant move.  He is paralyzed by the fact that he really doesnt know hwere he went wrong in his life. Was it when he dropped out of high school because his parents were killed? Was it when he ran aeay because he was sexually abused in an orphanage? Oh well, it doesnt matter anyway, for he has been swallowed by darkness, and he will never again see the light.