Right down the street
A tall, lanky, 14 year old boy holds his head in his hands.
He gets up and punhes a wall
And tears down every poster and picture in his room.
He steals his mother's car.
He doesn't succeed in school.
Everyone thinks he is a failure.
Oh but he has talents.
Every wonderful poster he has just torn down
Was a masterpiece of his own,
Painted, drawn, melted down sculptures of wax.
Every last expression
Was a beautiful window into his soul.
It now lies in pieces on his bedroom floor.
In a town not far away,
A frustrated teen girl slits her wrists.
She was fired from her job.
Her boyfriend of two years broke up with her
For the school tramp.
She failed a physics test.
As her blood drips into the sink,
She stares at herself in the mirror or her bathroom.
It's not the same happy girl she once recognized.
She begins to cry,
Faints,
And her mother walks in.
Ten miles away in a two-story apartment complex,
A man in a three piece suit leavs for work.
He kisses his wife and tells her and his three year old son that he loves them.
Instead of going his normal route,
He takes a detour.
He is not paying attention to the road.
And doesn't see the the small girl crossing the street to her bus stop.
He swerves to try to miss her,
But fails.
There is an oncoming car.
In the midst of his swerving,
He hits that car head on.
In the house across the street from this accident,
There is an ambulance for the girl slitting her wrists.
The paramedics
Call for major backup.
It seems that the girl hit was the neglected child,
And the driver of the other car
Was the talentless, lanky boy.
All four of them
Lay in their hospital beds.
The families gather together
The small girl's mother and sister cry
While her father zones out in disbelief.
They never imagined something like this would happen.
So they never paid attention to their baby girl.
They always thought of her as an accident.
While the police were searching the boy's room,
They found a sketchbook and gave it to his mother.
Nude drawings of mermaids and goddesses
Were beautifully placed on the paper.
His mother dismissed the pornographic images
As preteen hormones running wild.
She wnet back to discussing the damage of her car
With the insurance company rep.
The ex-boyfriend of the disgruntled teen
Shows up at the hospital.
As if to show he cares.
"It was a mutual decision to see other people...i didn't know she would...,"
He spoke.
His new girlfriend pages him.
He hangs his head, gets in his car, and goes to her.
"Where's Daddy?" asks the three year old son innocently.
Through her tears, his mother replies,
"You won't be able to see him for a while, sweetpea."
Her son, sensing her pain, gives her a hug and lightly kisses her cheek.
Then she mumbles something about how her son's father will never see
The daughter they have on the way.
But in her heart,
She knows that the baby is not his.
She didn't love him anymore,
Yet, she didn't want him to die.
Destruction was knocking at fate's door that day.
When their paths crossed,
The evils of the world joined forces.
These people had so much to live for,
But for what they were living,
Caused them more pain in the end.