Today is my last, so won’t you be nice?

Smiling at the dilapidated ceiling, I woke up to meet a new day. My last day. I’m going to change the world.

I skipped along the sidewalk and spotted an old man with a crooked back on the floor. “Here!” I handed over all the change I’ve left at the little plate in front of him.

He looked up. Scowled and growled. Then grabbed hard onto my ragged clothes and ripped the sleeves off. A part of my face left blue after his punches. All I said was,

“Today is my last, so won’t you be nice?”

At the wave of his hand, he merely shooed me away, greedily counting all my savings.

I walked on by and hopped on the bus. My one last ticket. “Good morning! How is your day?” I chirped towards the driver. “People are waiting behind you. Move!” He scowled. As if on cue, people started pushing behind me.

And all I said was, “Today is my last day, so won’t you be nice?”

He rolled his eyes and started away.

I got off in the middle of nowhere, a new street I didn’t even know existed. Big, muscle-y people were giving me eyes. I smiled in reply. It was getting late, after all.

It was getting dark. I looked around to see a place I could sleep for one last time. That bench over there looks perfect.

As I walked towards it, suddenly a big, sweaty hand covered my face. I strugged to break free but it pushed me down. Down with all my pants and even my underwear. A sudden pain shot through me in an instant. With tears falling from my eyes, I croaked,

″Today is my last day, so won’t anyone be nice?”

″Nobody gives a shit.”