{ Time, tender like a bruised heart. I sit by the ledge of my apartment balcony, 13 floors up, feet dangling in the night's breeze. Of course i could not feel the cold on my legs. I had never felt anything from my waist down since the accident. I never really grew bothered with everyone who said that it was a miracle i survived and i should be happy to be alive. I had stopped staring back at those who gaze at me with their beady eyes and simple minds when i pass them on my wheel-chair, as though i was a freak in a circus. The thought never crossed my mind to sue the bastard who had done this to me. The man had enough grief from seeing his pregnant wife in that twisted piece of shrapnel of which was his car. Its funny how death can wake up a drunk man to sanity. He did provide compensation though, as what our lawyers had decided upon. Well, actually, they were more my parents' lawyers than mine. I did not try to argue with my folks. Well, here i am, all alone. Girlfriend left me for some national swimmer. Said i was becoming a recluse and pushing her away.
"I lost my fuckin legs, bitch. Can't u understand," the last words i said to her. Well, she deserved better. Beautiful and talented, i wonder why she stuck with me for so long. Was it love, i don't know. But it is no matter now. The paramedics lift my body from the asphalt. Police were in my room, lookin of evidence of foulplay. Imbeciles. Can't even tell a simple suicide if it bit them in the leg. }
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