The car sped around another corner to Basket street. A young man turned to look at the driver, a pale skinned man in his mid sixties at least. Mike, the young man, didn't remember how the hell he got there, maybe he got drunk at Todd's party, but all he knew was that the driver was a complete stranger. And by the looks of it, they weren't slowing down until they crashed. "Who the hell are you?" Mike asked for the twentieth time. Once again, the old slug grumbled something under his breath that Mike couldn't understand. "forget you you freaking-" but before he could finished they crashed. Some drive that was, Mike thought and slithered his way through the broken glass and torn metal. "You comin old man?" he turned and asked once outside. But the old man was unable to hear him. Nobody was. Once the ambulances came, he saw the old man's body being carried out on a gurney. Then, he saw another. Oh God no, Mile thought. For in the crowd, surrounded by flashing lights and murmured voices, on that second gurney, Mike saw his own body.
Mike stared, his eyes wet with tears. He saw his body being taken away, the ambulance turning down the road. He couldn't see himself in the puddle. Only the blurry blue of the water and his tears falling to make light green spots. What is this? He thought "some kind of sick joke? Am I asleep?" Next to him, the old man stood, his skin the same foggy blue as Mikes. "never thought you'd die with me tonight, did ya? It might seem like some messed up shit, but Mike, I'm your dad."
Mike knew his father disappeared years ago, but to meet him now? After death? "You killed my ass!" Mike yelled. His father nodded. "I did it for a reason, Michael." Mike sat on the sidewalk. "Shut up.
"What?" the father asked. "there is NO reason why you would kill your son. Unless you're mentally disturbed or loosing your mind." the father nodded calmly. "Maybe I am loosing my mind.... But listen, I care about you, you know that Mike." Mike shook his head. "If you cared about me, you wouldn't have left mom and me." His father nodded gently. "I'm sorry, really... I had to go. Because I was going to kill your mom." Mike screamed. "WHY!? And why kill me?! WTF is wrong with you?!"
Here mike was; he learned his father was probably mentally ill and that his mother was the target of murder. "But why? It's all I need to know Dad?" His father began to weep. "I know I have some serious problems, son, but you don't understand. Killing you is by far the worse thing I've ever done!" Mike groaned. "Then why the hell did you do it? You are sick and I'm not standing around to watch. Franky I don't give a hell about your problems. I'm dead, dad, and im no way hanging around the sick man who killed me."