East Hastings

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If we don't have Jesus Christ, we don't have nothing
Nothing is alright in our life
Nothing-nothing, nothing-nothing!
If we don't have Jesus in our life

East Hastings

[https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/trouts-authorpage Troutmaskreplica's author page]
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Someone's world ended today, and no one bothered to tell me.

I wake up to the screeching of steel and the scent of charred meat.

I rise out of my bed, not unlike a corpse digging itself out of its coffin as a cacophony of screams fill my ears. I knock aside half empty pill bottles and overflowing ashtrays to reach my phone.

The screen flickers to life;
6:26 AM

Groveling, slipping on a pair of slippers and shorts, the floor beneath me groaning as if it too has given up.

I step outside and the air hit me like a punishment. The atmosphere was thick with smoke, soured by the roaring of fire just next door.

The sky... God, the sky.

The sky is the color of old bruises. A deep, mottled purple stained with an emotionless grey. A wound that had spread across the heavens.

I try to distract myself from the carnage just besides me.

I try to focus on the sidewalk, on the dying weeds growing through the cracks, on the moments of silence between the crying,

But curiosity is crueler than any divine punishment.

So I looked.

A car has mangled itself into a front porch, police officers, paramedics, and filming civilians swarm the vehicle like flies and maggots to a half-buried corpse.

Blood on steel,

Steel on bone,

Bone on concrete.

The car, now a crumpled mess of human and machine, twitches lifelessly. Seems that it was a drunk driver, sad that his wife called him a narcissist.

His kids are still asleep, and they will awaken in a few hours to find that their father is gone.

And now he is nothing but a smear,

And she will cry in the hospital,

And the porch will eventually be rebuilt,

And the news will eventually get over it,

And now he was nothing but a statistic,

And the sky will remain bruised, and the next day, and the day after,

And we will all go back to bed.

And we will forget.
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I light myself a cigarette.
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> **Filename:** car
> **Name:** Car on Fire.jpg
> **Author:** Wing-Chi Poon
> **License:** CC BY-SA 2.5
> **Source Link:** https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Car_on_Fire.jpg
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