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As Tsukimori was walking along the streets, wondering how his life
would end up, well when he dies actually. He didn't like his life at all,
especially his mom. His mom is so strict, mean, and doesn't even care
about her own son who will be in the ambulance very soon. He looked
around to see if the lights would change to red, and let the people walk
across the street. It flashed red, and Tsukimori began walking. He then
heard a beeping sound coming from a car, which got louder and louder.
He looked to his side, and saw a car coming towards him. Just like how
his dad ended up. His eyes grew big, as the car's light reflected in his
eyes.
The car hit its breaks, but it was too late. It hit Tsukimori. He flew
across the street and landed on his left. The car hit him really hard actually.
He had tons of scrapes on his arms, back, and legs. His eyes seemed to be
getting darker as he laid there on the streets as everyone gasped. Tsukimori
had blood running down his head, and out of his mouth. His wrists had scratches
on it. He wondered if he was going to see heaven, like in the cartoons he watched
when he was younger. He wondered if his was going to hell because he was such
a bad son to his mother.
Peoples questions rung into his ear. He was still alive or as he thought. The voices
seemed to be getting quieter, as his eyes closed, slowly. He was in an eternal
sleep. He was hoping to see flashbacks of his life, seeing if he had a good one
or a bad one. But that didn't happen.
His hearings suddenly came back as he heard something stopping right beside him.
He felt someone lifting him up. Am I being carried by an angel? He wondered, as
they laid him in a soft, comfy bed.
Am I still... alive?
Another one from the same RP... biggrin
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He was being transferred to a hospital. He woke up, feeling the pain
in his eyes as he saw the lights from the ceiling beaming into his eyes.
He squinted as he saw nurses and doctors push him in a cart. He looked
to his left, and then his right to see where he was. So stupid, I'm in the
hospital! He said, wanting to punch himself in the head for being an
idiot, but the pain rushed through his body and arms. He closed his eyes
tightly to ignore the pain put it wasn't working. It hurts. The only time when
he had to go to the hospital is because he drank too much milk. He doesn't
like milk. It makes him dizzy, makes his stomach hurt, and makes him lazy,
or you could say, weak. He wasn't lactose and tolerant, the taste of milk just
makes him feel weird. He only like soy milk.
He was now in a room, lying on a different bed. I wonder if I'm going to die right
now... in this bed! He asked himself, making himself laugh inside. He wanted
to die. His life was dreadful, and dead already. The air is already polluted filled
with bacteria and diseases that can tag you and then kill you suddenly, and his
apartment building was already dead so he couldn't live in it. Lastly his most
important person died, from getting hit by a truck! So what's the point?
Everything was dead in his life, including his life.
