The new strongest

Prologue

(first person)

Hello. My name y/n l/n and I'm 19, I'm an Otaku and my favorite anime's are One piece, Jujutsu Kaisen, One Punch Man, and Naruto and I live in Okoyama Japan. My life is torture. I can't stand it. My heart hurts and feels like it's tearing apart. I wanted to scream but couldn't. My lungs hurt from all the yelling that I did the last couple of days. My eyes were bloodshot from all the crying I did. I just got cheated by my girlfriend, I got fired from my job and I have no money. I always hated life even since I was a kid. I was bullied, picked on, didn't have any friends. I was a loser. Even now I'm a loser. But I always kept going because of my mom. You see, my dad left us when I was a child to go to a different woman, and I don't really remember him. Not like I want to remember him. But anyway, my mom was devastated but she always kept a façade and pretended to be happy to keep me happy and always be there for me. I loved her so much, I don't even understand how my dad left my mom for a stupid whore. My mom was kind, caring, and hardworking and is like an angel. I doubt that there's a better woman in this universe or in fact any universe out there in history. But when my dad left, he left us with nothing, and my mom had to work every day for 12 hr. Even on weekends. I never really got to see my mom a lot because of her work. After a while, with all the work my mom does, we were able to afford a small apartment. It wasn't the best, but it was ok. I started to enjoyed life a little bit. But you know the old saying, "Nothing last forever." My life turned upside down. My aunt called my mom. I personally hate her and she's the opposite of my mom. She bosses me around and mostly just stays at home and watches tv. I forgot to mention. She's an alcoholic. She called one day asking my mom for money because she got fired from her job and needs money to pay rent and stuff. If I was my mom, I would have said some stuff someone my age shouldn't say and yell at her for not having a job and tell her to hurry up and get one and end the call without giving a single cent to her. But of course, my mom being super nice, told her that she'll give her some money until she gets a job and ended the call. I asked her why she said that. And she told me "Instead of a person who hurts others, become the person who gets hurt". She tells me that quite often. But now because she needs to pay for her sisters rent, she worked 16 hr. everyday. But even after 1 year she still hasn't got a job. One day after my mom came from work with some grocery bags, and she started to cough blood and fell. I started to freak out and called 119. 5 minutes later they came and took her body and rushed to the hospital. I sat next to my mom crying telling her to wake up. We got to the hospital, and they took her to the emergency room. 7 hr. later of praying and crying the doctors came. I rushed to them franticly asking is my mom ok. They didn't respond and my eyes started to water. I understood what they meant. I started punching the doctors.

y/n: "Why didn't you save her. That's your job right. You had one job. Why didn't you do it."

I stopped when I got punched by an annoyed doctor and told me they couldn't do anything and that it was her fault that she overworked. With no strength to do anything, I started to cry. The other 6 doctors looked at me with sympathy and apologized and left me in my own misery. It was right then my heart crack and I blamed my aunt for being lazy and the world for being so cruel, but kept living for my mom, knowing that she wouldn't want me to die. I was even more infuriated, when my aunt didn't even come to my mom's funeral, but I'm afraid I can't do it anymore. I can't handle it anymore. Right now, I'm standing on the roof of a skyscraper. I closed my eyes and thought about my life, debating whether I should really do thing for few minutes but ultimately decided that I should. I took a deep breath, felt the cold breeze brushing against my face, and opened my eyes to see the world for the last time and said

y/n: "Man, what an ugly world this is."

and jumped off the building. I felt the wind hitting against my face and started gaining speed. I felt at peace. Even if it lasted only a minute, I felt relieved that my suffering could end and felt my face contact with the ground and lost conscious.

(third person)

"Splat"

Random female: "Kyaaaaaaaaa"

You could see a male body on the floor with his head cracked open with his brain sticking out and an eye rolling away from his body and his arms and legs bending the wrong way with some bones sticking out of him. A crowed surrounds it and you hear an ambulance coming closer.