Damn life. Damn everything that made the world what it is now.

But most importantly, curse John.

John was driving through the snow, frustrated and..honestly? Looking for a painless way out. Hoping that some way, some how, the snow will cause his car to crash.

Just maybe.

But he zones out at the wheel—almost blacking out into his past. He remembers his mother telling him to go play out in the snow. To go socialize with the other children.

John had refused, but was told again to go. So, he did. He pat his family cat on his way out. How he loved that cat.

As he made his way down in a lift, he made it to the ground floor, walking outside into the snow. Some kids acting rudely to him.

Then he sees it. A..corpse..? He couldn’t tell what it was. He rushed back over to the kids who had been rude to him, tears in his eyes as he tried to get their attention.

Before he finally came back to his senses. His car crashed into a courtyard. Multiple apartment buildings around him.

There was a child at his window; the child’s hand plastered against the window of his car. He got out of the car, confused and honestly a little dazed.

The car’s pitch black inside. Signaling to the fact that it’s out of gas; busted.

Just his luck, right?

Somehow death had eluded him again. But he doesn’t dwell on that as the child seemed ready to speak.