The beginning of death

“What the hell happened?” I thought to myself.  I sat on the foliage beneath me, looking around trying to recollect the events of last night. Let’s see, last night I went to the bar with Diane and Eve. I was headed home from a long, fun, night with my friends. I dropped them off at Eve’s house and headed to my house because I had to go to my last day of work in the morning. Today, I was supposed to be at work today. I was supposed to run off and marry Brendan Harris, the love of my life. But on my way home last night, I crashed and there he was coming after me. “Why? Why did he want to kill me?” I asked myself, the question still bugging at me. I looked around and there I was, lying there. “Damn it!” I thought. If I had to go out couldn't I have gone out pretty? Why do I have to look like I got the pulp beaten out of me? Well that’s because I did. He hated me, but I never did anything to him. I started to walk out of the park; the morning was just beginning and there were no sight of cops yet. “What am I going to do now?” I wondered.