bartok the magnificiant

The night was young for Shelly Coals.  It was a very busy night at the local Chile's where she worked. She was helping a good few costumers as more piled in.  She grabbed the food from the cook who she knew very well chris.  She had a crush on Chris but of coarse she would never let him know that.  "Hi Chris" she said in a timid voice. "Hows it goin' quite the night you have your work cut out for you."  "Ya ya I do"  she said as she stumbled over her own feet under nervous pressure.  "Well heres the order for that fellow over there."  "Ok bye"  she said trying to keep her cool.  She grabbed the order of chile covered fries and a terriyake burger.  She turned the corner going around the screaming toddler to the next table to deliver the food.  She gave the man his food telling him to enjoy trying to get a look out of him.  He had an Atlanta Braves age warn ball cap covering his eyes.  His jean jacket was dirty as if it had been given to a dog to lay on for a day.  His ripped up pants had food and grass stains on them as if used in a football game.  His adidas were brownish but seemed as if they might have once been white.  She layed the tre full of food on the table in front of him although he didn't seem to notice.  All he could look at was his hand in his lap holding a crumbled up note.  She asked "have you just come from a game or something sir" wishing she hadn't said it in her mind.  No answer.  She walked away not knowing what was wrong.  She took a few more orders before walking by his table again.  He was no where to be found.  The food was gone and two crisp twentys lay in front of her on the table.  Next to them was the note he had been looking at.  Still wadded up in a little ball.  She picked up the two twentys pockiting one of them wondering if she should pick up the note or not.  She picked up the note uncrumbling the white paper to reveal the note inside.  There were two letters on the not in italisized letters which read;

Drive carfully. 

 She did not know what this meant it was as if layed there on purpose her shift was bout up as her replacement waitress walked in.  Tayrn Wiley was a girl Shelly had known for a long while and has always not really liked.  She had gone to high school with her and Tayrn was in the popular croud.  Without sharing a word Shelly walked through the doors and out to her Toyota Camry.  She climbed in and started the car.  She backed out of her far off parking space and started to drive off.  The messege on the note still pounded at her head what did it mean why did he leave it she surely didn't know.  As she turned the car right on a red light because no one was coming as she drove she looked at the note again studying every letter as if it might fall off of the page.  She looked up for a split second not seeing him.  He walked out in front and she nailed him ripping his legs off of his body.  He was alive with half a body sitting on her hood.  She recognized him he was the guy fom the restaurant.  At that moment he hopped off the hood connected himself to his legs and walked off.  She got out and found another note.  She picked it up and read it. 

Don't die

At that moment Shelly Coals feel down dead with a Chile's steak knife in her head.