Wdyw/Stay the allotted time

From Create Your Own Story

You still feel groggy and light headed, so you decide to stay in the hospital until you make the full recovery. It takes a week, which is longer than you thought but you know you need your full strength. The doctors release you and your coworker tells you where you found. He drives you that gas station and you scan the premises for your bike. Its hard for you to even remember what it looked like, your memory is like a foggy morning. You see a bike and feel something stir in your chest. This is it. The bike sits beside the bathroom, shiny and new. That is it you whisper to your friend. He lets you out and you approach the vehicle as if it were a tiger ready to pounce. You throw your leg over it and put the key that was in your pocket into the bike and turn it.

Nothing happens, you turn it again but nothing turns on. You were so sure.

"This has to be it, I know this is it!" You mutter to yourself. "Please"

Your friend looks at you with pity in his eyes and you start to punch the bike wanting it to feel the pain you are feeling. A meathead walks out of the bathroom and lets out a guttural yell. You only have time to turn your head to see the 250 pound pile of muscle lunge at you. He takes his brick of fist and slams it against your skull. You are knocked out in an instant. Your friend calls the cops, but he knows its too late. You are dead. The steroid juice man knows it too but continues to mutilate your body for his own sick enjoyment before hopping on his bike and getting out of there. You really should have stuck to reading about motorcycles.

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