a fresh morning....birds n sun n blah n blah i mean everythin at its usual...very usual.........enters my protagonist...a 5 feet 10,hunched back,strong built,lethargic in appearence,ruffled hair,a very invisible forehead owing to the overgrown hair,eyes too small so not worthy of a description,nose dominantly broad accompanied by a mole on the left side,skin squalid,lips the only desirable feature but teeth yet bulging again....an average on the whole....panting n puffing...running in the middle of the road............no not the part you presuming it to be,its the part that divides the roads,the safest place to be....just between the two battlefields,the noman's land....neways he has been running for quite a while...his wet pullovers n shorts speak it all,the rythm of his breath is goin away but his small eyes showing a lot of determination to run more but he wants to give up the monotony of the long run..n the road alongside seems very alluring....shud i go shud i shud i...thinks n thinks...not sure ,he keeps thinkin n seeing the marathon that is just inches away from him.....traffic running,howling,screaming.....he is scared....he continues running in the middle but he wants to run on the road.....damn!!!and even today like everyother day he ran out of breath!!!... no goin on the road even today....wait...the urge..... its gettin all over him no matter wat....even if he is out of breath he ll go on the road....he gives his body a hault turns towards the road stares the traffic,a little petrified inside....but its the urge thats driving him......cmmon you gotta do it.....yesss!!....you ll pull it....thoughts goin nside his head...finally he raises his leg places it on the road...a smile starts breathing on his lips BUTTT...damn!!!.....lookout...craaaaassshhh.................................................................unconcious...
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..............................................................................................................................................comes back,wants to get up but....but...why...why... cant he feel his his hand...n his leg!!!y the hell is it lying there n damn!! look at the shoes they are torn but does this mean his leg is gone.....oh fuck!fuck! the pain.....the unconciousness its comin back at him ....the car that ran over him stands there,its headlight shining as if laughing at him mocking his condition ....he gathers everything he has every bit of energy he is left with trying to crawl back....his face all red but more from fear than from blood,tears rolling down his eyes,his dislocated jaw uttering....please god.....please i wanna live...just once...please let me go...he pulls his body together and drags himself towards.....the middle....he drags again, once again, once again n again n just about to reach yess!!!he has made it just once more..... he takes a deep breath pulls everythin for this new begning after end n that smile starts breathing once again on those lips...the fear goin away....butt..............................crassshhhh......splattered blood....tarttered skin......broken bones.....few veins....still vomittng blood ....AND A HEART WILLING TO DIE BUT IT HAS REACHED ....THE MIDDLE...N IT WOULD BREATHE TO DIE EVERY MOMENT.....
