Just end it.
Please, God... if you exist, kill me now.
I don't think my heart or my ass can handle it any more.
Here I sit, trapped on the toilet for the fourth time this hour, with my phone plugged into the wall as I read the latest adventures of Meng Hao, with the music blaring outside my the door. As usual, Tony (my flatmate) is hosting a party with those skinny bitches getting drunk off their flat asses. Being the pushover that I am, I'm wheezing as I take a puff of my inhaler, the smell of cigarettes bogging down my already low spirits.
It's late May, the end of the college year, but I'll be staying over summer to get rid of my Calculus course. I'd fail it if I had any other classes to take at the same time.
Someone pounds on the door, "Hurry up in there man! Ashley can't hold her liquor and we've run outta places to vomit!"
... Greaaat. Yet another one... I swear he only invites lightweights just so he can fuck 'em while they're passed out... Hell, there are even rumors about him going around of just that... Makes you wonder why the girls still come. Just two more months and I'll be able to afford to move out into my own private apartment. What a day that'll be...
Beep!
Huh, mom is up late worrying about me again. I'll just wait until tomorrow to reply...
Beep!
Good god, mom.
Beep! Beep!
Uh.
BeeBeeBeeBeeBeEEeEEEEEEep...
I mute my phone and it continues vibrating until I turn that off, too. Sighing, I put it to sleep and slide it into the pocket of my shorts at my feet.
Bam bam bam!
"I'll be out in a minute!" I shout.
The other side seems to wait a moment before slamming at the door again, this time pretty hard. Damn, is Ashley really in that much need of someplace to vomit? Like goddamn, just open the window and step out through it. Whole lotta room out there lol.
Did I just think, "Lol?" Christ, I need to take a break.
Bam bam bam chhhhhhhh
I think someone just slid down the other side of the door...
"God dammit, let me shit in peace!" I shout, genuinely pissed off. Whoever this joker is, they're being a jackass.
I rest my chin in one hand as I close my eyes, wishing for an end to this flu.
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A minute passes, and I notice that I hear no voices outside the door now. The music is still playing though.
I wipe until nothing comes off, before flushing the toilet and pulling my shorts up, washing my hands as I look at myself in the mirror. I sigh, shaking my head as I avert my gaze.
I flick my hands and pat my shirt dry, the sounds of shuffling feet outside the door. Fuck, somebody's gotta pee.
Unlocking the door, I pull out my phone and turn the screen back on, unlocking it as I go back to reading while I open the door.
Thump
Oh god, she fell on me, oh shit, keep it together... *deep, slow breath in* Shit, she smells so good.
I hear a low growl and look up to see my roommate staring at me with bloodshot eyes. Uh... whoa there, buddy. I'm not doing anything! Wait, is he crying blood?
Chomp
"FUCK!" I drop my phone as I feel my collarbone being bitten, and with a snap she bites clean through it. I push her away as my left hand covers the wound. My vision tunnels as I stumble backwards, feeling myself weaken as blood pours out of the wound like a freshly popped bottle of wine.
I feel something hit my chest, and fingers dig into my sides as I fall backwards into the plugged tub, knocking my head and falling into warm water. Dazed, I feel another bite at my chest, and lose a solid chunk of my left breast. Weakly pushing away at the head, I feel a bite at my ankle; I cough and gasp for air, feeling the water flood into my lungs. Too sleepy and tired to feel anymore, I have the sole comfort of no longer feeling my rumbling, diarrhetic bowls as the water runs red and my vision turns black.
Author's Note: This is my first story to be shared online, so please leave comments! Leave criticism, whether it be positive or negative! On a side note, I wonder if bus-chan would get along with tub-chan...
P.S. Reincarnation is defined as living again in this story. In other words, he'll only remember a few slivers of memories and be unable to tell if they are daydreams or memories. Think déjà vu.
The MC starts with a new slate - no memories, no personality, no gender or sex - but with the same 'soul.' So no, the MC won't be a Debby Downer/loser/average person. In fact, the faint recollections will cause the MC to question several important things. Just wait for/read the next chapter.