I listened to music on my headphones while riding the bus home. I wasn't a very popular girl in my school and didn't have any close friends I would have talked to on the bus ride. And listening to music was better than having to talk to people you didn't like. At least that is how I saw it.
The bus held at my stop and I got up from my place. I grabbed my backpack, that was lying on the seat next to mine, and walked to the door.
Just as I had set a foot on the street I heard a car approaching. I didn't think much about it. The cars have to stop when there is a bus standing at a busstop. Normally every car in this neighbourhood does that, I thought this one wasn't any different, but I was wrong. This particular car did not stop, but I didn't notice until it crashed into my side and everything went black.
Suddenly it was over
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ContoTrigger warning: death and accident Writing promt: When you die, you find out why the Grim Reaper is portrayed to hold a scythe. Not to harvest you, but to protect you on your journey to heaven. FYI: In my story the Grim Reaper is non binary and the...
