(Narrator POV)
It was a day like any for the MC/Protagonist, when he woke up. It was a little in the afternoon when he got up to go to the bathroom and do his rare/often routine of brushing his teeth and tidying up his unkempt hair. As he looked in the mirror there stood Matthew Gillespie in all his tall yet somewhat pudgy galore. His only thoughts on what he was to do today. A day like any other.
How wrong he was...
(Matthew POV)
As i looked at myself in the mirror, trying to get the dog hair out of mine and my hair it's self straight. I subconsciously and consciously took note of myself. Dark-brown almost black hair in a somewhat afro, check. Dark mocha skin, check. Standing tall at 6,5 ft. ,check. My pudge slightly jiggling proudly..., check. Average only somewhat good looks, check. Dark brown eyes, check
"Hello handsome and good afternoon to you." i said to myself in indifference towards the reflection of myself.
After a quick once over again. I left the bathroom and heading towards my mother's room to find something i desperately needed at the moment. A smoke.
Only opening the door half way i found my prize. Two white tube like objects of slow death. I knew that these "death sticks" would only help kill me faster but, i did not care. In fact i hoped they did.
With the two "death sticks" in hand i headed back towards my room. With the flip of a switch, a flop of my body, and a push of a button. I was on my king-sized bed surfing the web with a lit death stick in my mouth.
This was what i did almost every day for the past three years of my life. I had recently turned 21 and this was what my short life was amounting to. From wake to sleep, me reading mostly manga, fanfic, light novels ,etc , me playing online games like league of people. or me watching endless hours of anime.
I was not displeased nor did i want more. Well i did want a better computer. Other then that i was somewhat content. Although i did have the notion i should want more or for the matter do more in life. But then i would wonder, why?
As seconds became minutes and minutes became a few hours, i craved another "death stick". I reached out for my other "death stick", only to find it to be missing or to be more precise "used". I let out a small sigh.
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"Guess i gotta get more"
(Narrator POV)
Just like every other day. He ran out of "death sticks". So he had to go to the store to get more. And just as every other day he would put his pants and shoes on, grab his jacket, and head out the door.
As he walked he would think. He would think about his life and why. He would think how his life was. And why it was like this. It wasn't bad infact it was pretty good. it could have been much worse. He knew and understood that. He just honestly did not care. He did not care about a lot of things.
As he cross the street he made notice of the crossing sign. It gave him the ok to walk and he did. Normally like every other day he would also look both ways before crossing. This time he did not...
(Matthew POV)
As i crossed the street thinking about what else i should get, besides some more "death sticks". I heard a car horn to my right. It was loud and very consistent. As i was walking i looked towards my left to see a speeding truck come at me. So i did what anyone would... i ran.
I don't believe in "God". I'm more of a atheist/spiritual type of person. Religion is just a fancy word for cults. But i swear... I think "God" decided to flip me off with a finger made of gold. Because just as i was out of the way. The huge ass truck decides to turn away from the road and into me. Although i say turn, it was really spinning.
I never really put much thought on what happens when you are about to die. Just how you can. I know people say your life will flash before your eyes. But i never gave it much thought. So when it did, i was of course rooted in place. I would expect anyone else would be the same if they had to relive years of pain and abuse. All in the span of a few seconds.
As the truck came near me i had one clear thought.
'Fuck...'
As the truck slammed into me, i was sent flying through the air. And considering i was a little over 250 lb. That's saying a lot. So was the immense pain. The pain was only for a second or two. But it was something i was sure i would never forget.
A mere second later my back hit something very hard... then everything went... dark.