Whip Around 2

“Shut up, I love you Spanish Girl.” It would be the last thing I would remember. Today I will go away forever and this is the last thing I will remember. An old homeless guy swung the baseball bat and I closed my eyes like the shutter of a camera just my eyes would never reopen.  Time passes as I struggle in the alley until I finally let go. No ones there to watch me die so nobody can help me. It was the homerun swing that led this homeless man to happiness. I became what I finally wanted to be and that was somebody that would from start to end benefit somebody’s life. I can see him in court pleading his case saying he was only trying to defend himself. I see the light and I’m holding onto a rope that will keep me alive. I let go, I have spoken to the world and left my last remark on it. I have lived the life, it has not lived me. The water was finally clear to me. It is time to go. I go to the light, and away I fly. I carry onto heaven where the clouds are distant. The guard is Bernie Mac. He said to cheer up, your in a better place now. All I could say was that I was I had the courage to change the things I could, but I am sorry for the ones I couldn’t help. Bernie Mac for some reason did not seem the same. He lied comfortably on a golden cloud. He wasn’t ready to make a joke, it seemed like it was the retiring home. Then he said one last thing, have a doubt in fear. If you don’t, then you will always be afraid. Then I kept started to fly downward, like I was heading towards hell but I made a hard thud into my frozen body. Then my vision was affected by the sirens of the police cars that had arrived at the scene.