I am sitting in a bus. Looking out the window, I can see the streets of my city, grossly shiny and wet from rain. The day is sunny and warm, and yet rain of all things decides to fall! How stupid is that?! Leaves are flying everywhere, a crescendo of chaos, the rain and the wind, the sound of it all crushing in its insanity. The rain, the rain, it keeps beating onto the roof of the bus, like hail, a hail of stones meant to break me and bleed me. I feel it all, the pain! Why are my fellow passengers sitting so quietly, so calmly! Can they not feel the chaos?! Do they not see the bubbles moving and popping upon the surface of the street, as if it was boiling? How dare they treat this as fine, as perfectly normal, how dare they! I will grab them one by one, and rip out their own throats, and then feed it to them! They will feel my pain, they will feel it! They will-!

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  BANG!

  Aaah!! Aaah!! Pain, pain, pain! My body is ripping apart! The world is dust and debris, noise and movement! The bus is laying still, unmoving, the passengers crushed and killed. I am laying, lying, far away. My vision is shaking, my ears are ringing, the angels are singing, and there, standing above my head, I see Death's face grinning.