JFK assassination

I waved to them as I pass by,after all it was what I was here to do. To sit in this car, smiling and waving to the masses who had come out to greet me. Most are waving, however there are a few people who are holding up signs to greet me to their city.

My wife, who's sitting next to me, leans over and whispers that we should lower the car’s roof, after all we were about to reach the highway.
I waved her off, there is still one or two more blocks we have to ride by before we get to it. Besides these citizens had taken time out of their day to come and wave to me, the very least I could do in return was to wave back at them.  
Governor John Connolly, who is sitting right in front of me, turns around to face me with a smile.

“It sure is great day for a campaign parade isn't it, Mr. President?” he asks me.
“Indeed it is,” I smile, “Why, there's not a cloud in the sky.”
He nods “Yeah, you sure pick a lovely day to visit us,” and then turns back around to wave to the adoring crowds.

The limousine turns the corner, and instantly a roar of shouts from the people hit me. I am taken aback for a moment, but I pull myself back together in moments and continue with the waving.  

To be perfectly honest, I was okay with the idea of not being elected again. After all being president for only one term had been hard enough. Halfway through my term, I had gotten to be the lucky president to deal with the Cuban missile crisis.  The entire experience itself had been just painful. Having to cope with the media constantly criticizes my every move, the fact that America’s future rested upon my shoulders, and of course no one else in the federal government supported my plans of action. Yeah, I never want to have to go through something like that again.

But my family had adapted to life in the white house, and to be honest, so had I. Getting back to a semi normal life would probably be challenging, and I was not to miserable being the president, so I figured either way this election went, I’d be happy.

As we are nearing the end of the block a strange character attracted my attention. He was a man, wearing all black, and carrying an umbrella, even though it was a perfectly sunny day. As I stare more closely at him, he begins to raise his umbrella, and then opens it.
It that moment, that exact moment that man opened his umbrella, a loud bang filled the air.I glance frantically around, trying to figure out where the sound came from. Before I come shout at my wife to get down, another and filled the air, this time, when it happened, a sharp pain shot through my neck.


The crowds around me had gone from joy and cheer to pure horror. They ran in different directions, shouting and pulling their children behind them and, trampling the cardboards signs they had been holding up to greet me just moments ago.

I grabbed at my neck, but before I have time to actually react, a third and final gun shot fills the air. In that moment my head fills with tormenting pain and I collapse to the flooring of the limo. The last thing I hear before the darkness swallowed me, was my wife screaming to the secret service agent behind us that she had in her hand a piece of my brain.

I blinked my eyes open adjusting to the white light around me. I could hear people talking fast, but the words they’re saying sound muffled almost as if they are far away. As I come to, the first thing I notice is the agonizing pain. Then my eyes adjust, the voices, they are coming from the nine doctors surrounding me. They are shouting at each other, arguing on how to save me. I could almost smile, they have so much hope, but I know the truth. One of them brings himself close to my face and tell me the following,
“Mr. Kennedy, you're going to be okay. Just hold on for a couple more moments, we almost have you stable.”

Once more I simply smile. The doctor backs away from me and continues the argument. I shut my eyes and I promise myself it will only be for a moment or two, but the peace is too much. I keep them shut, as the pain leaves my body. I can feel myself beginning to fade away from this world. And the last thing I heard before the darkness and peace envelopes me completely, is a long steady beep coming from the monitor next to me.