Lying there in a pool of my own blood was an experience. It could have been any spot, but it was on that road and at that time. Ridiculous if one stops to think about it. Now as I mentioned earlier, the experience, not an enticing thing at all. Lying in ones own blood, in agony and soaked with a mixture of bodily fluids. The pain was extravagant. Whoever hit me took out all the stops to make damn sure that I would fully comprehend the suffering that had been caused. In all seriousness however, I suppose I am obliged to explain what this is all about. It was the perfect cliché, in fact probably better. A dark and stormy night, happened to be the backdrop for the beginning of the theatrics. Now that I think about it, the night seemed darker than usual. Oh and I was lying about the storm part, it was just dark. It had rained earlier though.
Please stop me if I get too sidetracked.
I was out for a walk when it happened. Funny thing, I don't normally go out for walks. I happen to own a perfectly fine treadmill. However something compelled me to go out that evening. Now I am what one might call upper class, I live in the countryside on a thirteen hundred acre lot just outside of Bracer City. I have a small farm on the property, growing pumpkins for my daughter. She will be turning twelve this coming summer. I have a large house with many rooms, but all that is transient and unimportant to the story. The fact is that I live in the country and for whatever reason I decided to go for a walk. After around an hour of wanderings, I found myself alone on a lonely stretch of dirt road. Actually, I had been alone the whole time. Nevertheless some one was there, waiting for me as a matter of fact.
I ignored the truck when it first roared to life. I mean, I was in the middle of the country and some one turned on a truck. That isn't strange or out of place is it? Now when the truck first struck me in the rear, that caught my attention. Ironically the only thing that passed through my mind as I was lifted off the ground was the fear that I wouldn't be able to find my shoes in the dark. I landed on the soft dirt, the rocks were less soft. Covered in abrasions, dirt and blood I breathed heavily. My recovery time was cut short when the truck drove right over top of me. My arm was popped out of place, what a disgusting sight.
The truck stopped about ten metres in front of me. I heard the door open and someone drop to the ground. It was only then that the seriousness of my situation became apparent to me. The person walked over and looked down at me. The person rolled me onto my back, spat in my face, dropped a piece of paper on my chest and walked away. The truck started again and rumbled on down the road.
Unable to move, I was incapable of preventing the piece of paper from floating away with the wind. I slipped in and out of consciousness, filling an indent in the ground with my blood. I regret not being able hold onto the note, but the person who hit me did a pretty thorough job. By the morning I had finally succumbed to the darkness, fortunately a farmer happened by around eight o' clock on his tractor. He got me to the hospital and I made a full recovery. I never did find out who hit me, nor do I actually care anymore. My near death experience made me see my mistakes and faults. Narcissism and greed dominated my life and I made up for it. I donated one million dollars to a fund for unemployed workers. The day after the cheque went through I got a letter in the mail. It read simply and I was never quite sure what I felt about it. It said “Apology Accepted”.