I wanted to do so much more with my life, I wanted to get out of this crappy house and never come back. I thought I could finally run away from this joke of an existence, but alas here I am with my head on the floor with an unrecognisable, bloody face.
I always wanted to get away from this life of mine and become something more, and no, I'm not talking about becoming a politician or a person in power or to become someone like a doctor. I wanted to be like my idols. You’ve probably heard your friends wanting to be heros or maybe when you were a kid you wanted to be one, hell you might’ve even wanted to be a villain. But I bet you would never want to become the people in the dark, the people who are shrouded in mystery and are never good nor bad. They would do just what they wanted to do and I wanted to become one of them.
I had probably trained for all my life trying to become one of these esteemed figures. For example I would make sure I was able to get full marks in whatever exam was thrown at us in school but I would only receive the average grades. I had also made sure that in this school I wasn't drawing any attention. You see, I had trained outside of school in the ways of kendo. I was so skilled in this sport that I was able to take on 4 fully grown adults in practice, but in tournaments or infront of people that I knew I would do average and I would make sure that I would never win the tournaments.
I did always wonder though, where did this desire arise from? Why haven't I had it up? Am I secretly already a person in the dark? Well I guess these questions don't matter anymore since it's a little too late.
You see, I'm a 16 year old kid with probably 3 seconds left of my life and I’m kind of regretting dying so early as I can longer serve the world in the shadows. Just about 2 hours ago, when I wasn’t so close to death, I had made a plan to finally run away from my deplorable parents. Now you might be thinking, ‘How did a master planner such as myself get caught?’. Well, the thing is that, everyone makes mistakes and mine was that my plan did actually have a flaw or two in it. It actually turns out that running straight for the door while your so-called nemesis is behind you isn't the best idea, even more so when your front door is right next to a very busy street.
Hence when they had tried to grab me by the end of the hood they had made me stumble and fall onto the road. It definitely wasn't anything like me tripping over some rocks, no, no, no that would be far too embarrassing for someone like me. Therefore after hitting the ground with my face I realized that I had lost a couple teeth, but oh well atleast I was getting some distance between my parents. I looked behind me and saw my parents shouting something. It sounded like they were saying “BEHIND YOU”. Hahaha I know you guys are finally behind me now, I can finally escape the tortuous grasp of my parents. I no longer had to live in a place where people humiliated me by buying me clothes, forced me to eat such ridiculous things such as broccoli and finally compelled me to go to a ghastly place called ‘School’.
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But then it hit me. No it literally hit me, a truck - most likely going around 70 MPH - had hit me. I was sent flying straight into the air, and I learnt that having your face hit the ground at that speed isn't the most pleasant feeling in the world. So wow here I am face on the ground with blood on my face and my life literally about to be finished. Well if that wasn't the worst, maybe it was the fact that after landing straight onto the ground the truck which had run into me had not stopped moving forward, crushing my body with its tires.
And then I died.
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Huh? So it turns out I may have died. HUUUUUHHHHH. You’ve got to be kidding, just after I escaped my parents here I am. Well I guess my luck has always been bad, like that time a girl had asked me out when I had wanted to live my life in secrecy. Couldn’t do that as a popular kid. It’s not like I was upset that she told me it was a prank later or anything or that I found her snickering with her friends later. Huh? What was that? I have worse things to think about than times I've been emotionally burdened? It’s not like I’ve just died and don’t know where I am. Oh wait, I have and I don’t know where I am… I'll guess I'll give you this one then. Talking about where I am, perhaps my consciousness is drifting away. I don’t particularly think that is the case, but I can’t put my finger on why I don't think that is. Anyways right now all I can see is a matt black colour which is darker than the night sky, and I don’t feel cold nor do I feel any warmth. As I try and look up and down I realize that this is not possible. In fact for that matter I can’t even dart my eyes around or move my hands.
As I start to wonder why and what exactly is going on something catches my attention. At the corner of my eye I see a bright light almost as if it were calling me, I turn my head away from it and put my hands over my head instinctively and.. Wait, can I move again? Actually now that I look closer I'm standing on some sort of a tunnel going towards the light. Well it's not like I’ve got much to lose so I slowly move towards the light placing each foot in front of the other with precision to make sure I stay on high alert. Finally The light is ahead of me, but now that I'm getting closer it's getting less and less bright and I don't exactly know what to expect or what to do. As I make my final steps towards the light I look behind me, meh , I guess whatevers past here would do me better than staying in this tunnel.
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