A Boy Named Luther. a REAL contest entry.

A contest entry. It had to be about Halloween, but I tried to keep the element of Halloween still there but not too much. Enjoy!

i…And in an instant, everything went black. The boy was flung through the windshield, shards off glass entering both of his eyes and dragging down his cheeks. The vehicle flipped, and eventually, the boy named Luther lay in the median of the highway. There was no one coming to help him, no one at all, and there wouldn’t be. Immovable from the weight of the truck that now lay on him. It was true, that life passed before your eyes as death slithered on the ground around you.
There was no hope for the boy named Luther. The only thing that was to happen on this Halloween night was a trip to a friend’s party, where he would spend the time there as he always did; quiet and isolated, making the least amount of communication to others as possible. But for some reason, on this God-forsaken day, it seemed that the only intent Luther was for his soul to fly away on angel wings.

ii. He frantically moved his hands around on the grass around him, in a snow-angel type motion, screaming at the lack of sight. Blood dripping from his nose and from his eyes filled his mouth. He began to choke. What a way to die for the ever so innocent boy with the name of Luther. Oh! The irony! It was just yesterday how his little sister had spoken the words that meant the exact opposite of what was happening now. “Oh, Luther, you’ll never die. You’re just too nice.” Didn’t really matter now, did it?

iii. The blood began to spill out of his mouth; he was dying by what once kept him alive. The truck that lay on top of him kept him from moving anything but his head and what little room his arms were allowed to move in. He could feel the heat of fire surrounding him, a result of gasoline touching just the wrong part of his truck engine.

ii. There was no escape for the ever-so-unfortunate boy with the name of Luther. No escape whatsoever. So, in his dying moments, he thought of his butterfly dressed sister, wandering up relatives and neighbor’s porches to get as much candy as possible. He thought of a life in college that would never happen, where he saw himself as a rich architect, designing the most unique of buildings. He thought of his mom as well, and how throughout his life, she’d carried him along; been there for him. Was she now? Not at all. Seems to be the case that in the end, you save yourself and yourself only.

i. So when his breathing stopped, Luther wouldn’t be able to save himself, so as he closed his eyes, the one that he’d never see out of again, a tear fell from his face.