I’ve always witnessed it; everybody has. Whether it be on TV or in front of your face, everybody has witnessed a murder- but this is the first time I’ve cared.

Nov 15th, 2015

A man, barely in his 20s but having aged skin and drooping eyes, limped ever so slowly against a wall. The way in which he walked exclaimed his hopelessness in this world. His coat was a shade of purple; not that of royalty but rustic and simple. Everything about him was...bland. Nothing stood out, not about his personality nor his outside appearance.

"Ahh - I got work againnnnnn" The man said, slurring his words

"The train will be leaving in 1 minute"

"Oh shit!" He shouted, not caring about the multiple children in the vicinity.

The man's slow pace quickly transformed into a quick stride which then turned into panicked sprinting. The look on his face radiated utter terror as he leaped onto the carriage of the train pushing many people out of his way.

"Fucking cunt"; "Useless asshole"; "That prick pushed me!"

Voices of the public echoed through the train, bouncing off every wall and directing onto the man. Did he deserve it?

(Whatever...) The man thought as he glared miserably at them.

"The next stop is Weston"

(That's my stop- hope this interview goes well...)

-The interview-

"Name and Previous occupation"

"Markus Frante - No previous working experience"

"And why would you like to work for us?"

"I'm dead broke, need money" Markus exclaimed honestly

The employer's face shifted from a direct, stern look to a disturbed and perplexed visage.

"Get out"