Three Tears Until Death

Jacob

The United States of America, Boston, To be perfectly exact Chatham between 79th and 93rd street along route 90/94, In an apartment where This old man lives, we call him Charlie because of his funny  Charlie Chaplin moustache, here lives a man with a story to tell, in his small stinky ranted place where bottles of beer are much more than noddles boxes he works in a recycling centre waiting for a promotion that he didn't receive since 1995, He still got that good carpet under his sofa which is the only beautiful thing he got since His wife Grace died, She had a really good furniture taste which makes sense since she was working in IKEA, The sad thing is that she left without bringing a new breath to the family. Long story short they didn't have kids because she died in 1995, Yes you guessed it, the same year when Jacob got his last promotion. Days passing faster than Oak leaves in the middle of fall, Jacob felt the emptiness in every second of his miserable life same days, Same ugly faces and the stinky smell from the factory-made him sicker which made his heart more stoned much like a Lincoln status in that damn museum Until that bloody day, Jacob was crossing the street in the middle of a rainy lonely night to the liquid store when he heard that scary horn and saw his shadow running away every second that car comes near, which threw him away 10 feet from his last spot and that made him drown in a coma for 2 weeks in the worst hospital considering him a low-class citizen. Waking up in a wheelchair couldn't even move his feet 2 centimetre away, his disable now. His lazy eyes can see the only painful gloomy view of the world. Miraculously some friend threw him in his house like a garbage bag. So here we are beers, rotten noodles and a broken sofa, that's his life now. Days passing by, he couldn't reach any of his friends by phone whatsoever they dumped him, he's yesterday news and the world forgot about him within a night. He laid down in his bed desperate waiting for the stupid reaper to come and he didn't wait too long but before that, he heard a creepy voice coming from behind, he woke up like the last bullet in an old Ak-47.
-"Wait who's talking?" Said the old man
-"It's me old friend, the one that never gave up on you once..." Whispered the devil
-"I don't even know you, Get off my head!"
-"I never missed understand you mate, You know we don't have much time to talk Jacob, I'm going to ask you a simple question, What's the most thing you're regretting right now?"
-"Ahhh man I don't know... A lot of things like regretting this miserable life and I regret not asking that beautiful girl for a dance in senior year party you know, I regret not telling my wife how much I loved her before she goes and I regret the fact that I didn't pursue my dreams, I'm lonely, Lonely like a wolf who got dumped by his own pack, Lonely like a person who got judged by a life sentence, Lonely like Jacob Johnson....."
-"You damn right you piece of shit"
-"Don't you ever tell me that"
-"What you going to do you're a disabled piece of shit"
-"Stop telling me that!"
-"Or what?"
-"Or....."
Before he says his last useless words Reaper was already waiting for his stupid speech to end but his patient went out.
Said the devil "Finally, Another soul went out, what an amazing start for the day..."
And that's how our friend Jacob spent his life. Never leave this world with regrets, Always make the "10 last second" Your motivation source. Make sure you smile in these second and never be a product of today and a part of this damn system.