If only he had listened to her, he wouldn't be in this situation now. If he had only heeded her warnings he wouldn't be in this predicament. He wouldn't be standing here, naked, in the rain. But David hadn't listened. And because he hadn't, his hands were now bloody. Because David never listened, he winced in pain from the glass in his chest and shards of metal in his feet and the rain was running down his naked body mixing with the blood that was pooling in the puddles beneath him. And he began to wonder why. Why was he bleeding? No, that was obvious - it was because of the glass and the metal. Why what, then? Why was he wet? It was the rain, of course. Naked? Not having clothes on. Then, here. Why was he here at all? Not in an existential way, rather why wasn't he in a field, or three streets over, or lying on the bank of the river with his cheek and most of the top of his head submerged; bobbing slightly and accumulating straw and little chunks of bark in his hair and along the back of his neck as they were detained on their way floating down the stream. Because… Because things like this didn't happen when he listened to her. Because the things she said were so absurdly rational. Because when he listened to her, life wasn't fun. It wasn't interesting. It was like being given nothing to look forward to, and being made to wait for it first! So, when she said "stay in tonight", like every other time, he left. When she warned to go slow, as she had done so many times before, he ran. When she cried "someone's going to get hurt!" He punched her. Because David just didn't have the patience to let events unfold naturally on their own. And, you know, with her being so cautious and sensible - she really should have seen it coming this time. end -
