I stared out at the void that I was in. I was seriously bored and wondering when somethings gonna happen. Sigh. I don’t know how long its been but any longer and I’m gonna die of boredom. Oh wait. I am dead, dammit. How about I review how I ended up here to you all.

My name is Isabel Nierra. I am a high schooler with good grades and average looks. No friends really and very anti-social. (Actually I’m close to achieving full hikkikomori status.) I’m not particularly remarkable in anyway. The only things of note from me are my love of light novels, anime, manga, and my fujoshi nature that totally fangirls over BL. The other is my love of music and singing. If I’m not reading manga’s/light novels or watching anime then I’m singing along to my favorite songs. In fact I had memorized close to 400 songs and could sing them perfectly in pitch and depending on the voice I could even make my voice an almost complete copy almost indistinguishable from the original artist.

These were the passions of my life and I honestly cared little for anything else. Thats not to say my life was bad I mean I had a loving family with parents and siblings however I could never truly connect with them or this world for that matter. I had never felt “at home” or “content” in this existence of mine. I always felt like something was missing or wrong. Hence my love of the light novels, manga, and anime. They provided entertainment in this dull reality of mine and let me escape from the chains of this world to dive into a different one. I had only truly felt content in those stories that seemed to make so much more sense than my current world. I knew I was viewed as strange but I didn’t care.

I eventually became distant with everyone but, again, didn’t care much. After I had purposely dulled my emotions. Yeah you know that disorder where there are people who feel nothing at all and usually end up serial killers? Well its the opposite for me. I feel TOO MUCH (yes, this is a real thing). Its a real bitch to deal when the slightest thing could set me off into a deep depression, a berserk rage where I’m about to bash peoples heads in, or where I get so happy that I feel like I’m about to jump higher than the clouds.

Actually this disorder I had to deal with is also partly responsible for my otaku nature and my love of music and singing. By diving into stories I am able to experience the emotions that these stories give and it helps keep my emotions from going hay wire. Another is by singing to music and certain songs I’m able to release my pent up feelings. Its kinda funny now that I think about because my parents were always complaining that I spent too much time on that stuff and never enough time with my family when I purposely kept away so they wouldn’t be affected by my over the top emotions. After all I didn’t want to hurt them if I was to get too angry over something and end up hurting them in my rage.

Plus I so didn’t want to be sent to a mental hospital.

Yeah, no thank you.

Even if the pudding was tempting….

*ahem*

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So moving on, I was walking down the road after having gotten a cup of coffee probably containing more sugar than coffee and humming along when I heard it.

CRASH!

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

I heard someone scream something and then something huge hit me and sent me flying. I felt huge pain then everything went dark after.

So I had died.

(Hah! Gotcha didn’t I? You thought I would have an encounter where I need to save some poor kid from the almighty Truck-san and get run over by Truck-san huh? You did didn’t you huh?)

I’m not particularly regretful. I honestly had no dreams for the future or anything because I could absolutely not picture myself living in that world to the point where I reached adulthood and got a job.

Well I was right on one thing at least.

As for my family well although I do feel sad about never seeing the again. I mean even though they did make a few mistakes they stilled tried their best to raise us with love, even a child like me, despite how they got dealt a shitty hand in life at times and how I didn’t make it any better. However, my parents still have my older sister and younger brother who certainly had a better future than me.

So yeah no regrets par…ticur…la…

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

FUCK!!!!

SHIT!!!!!!!!!

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’LL NEVER SEE HOW ALL MY STUFF ENDS!!!!!!

MY NOVELS!!!! MY MANGA!!!! MY ANIME!!!!

I WAS WAITING FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF THAT NEW BL MANGA THAT MY FAVORITE AUTHOR WAS MAKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY GOD WHY!!!!!

HOW COULD YOU BE SO CRUEL!?

DO YOU HAVE NO MERCY!?

DAMMIT PUT ME BACK MAN!!!!

PUT ME BACK I BEG YOU I NEED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!!!

DOES THAT SEXY HUNK OF A SEME SHUUSUKE-KUN FINALLY CAPTURE THAT UNBEARABLY ADORABLE UKE TAKUMI-CHAN!!!!!

After screaming for a bit I finally tired myself out mentally. I mean I was dead and was basically just a spirit so of course I couldn’t run out of breath or anything and could probably scream my for eternity or something. But I got pretty tired of it quickly and lapsed into silence.

I wonder when somethings gonna happen?

Hey god or whoever hurry up!

Hah, I wonder how much time has passed.

Oh! I know!

Lets sing.

I began singing songs to pass the time. After I went threw at least twenty different songs and was just getting started on Your Bones by Of Monsters and Men which is one of my favorite songs of one of my favorite bands is when a change finally occurred.

I saw a small pin point of a bright light. Extremely noticeably thanks to this pitch black void space. Then I felt a small tug. It slowly grew more insistent until finally I was yanked forward and sent hurtling toward that light at break neck speeds as it grew ever larger. I slammed into it and I felt my consciousness slowly fade.