In a perfect world (KDA x male reader)

Prologue

Little note: I will write dialogue in between " ", while thoughts will be like this, the rest that is normal is just what's happening, of course told from the current pov.

It's the last day of Highschool and a seemingly endless flow of students is running out cheerfully. As I'm being pushed to the main exit by the mass of people to rejoin my friends in the courtyard my vision is charmed by a bright feminine smile to my right. Before I can even realize who was that I am already outside and we are leaving to get home.

We had a future ahead, each one of us had dreams of his own, each one had hopes and fears. How wrong we were. Jacob, Travis, Gordon, Brian, Tom. Where are you guys?

4:20 am

I am waked up by my phone's annoying alarm, which echoes in my head like an hammer.

Why do I have to wake up? Fuck.

I hate waking up in general but I really didn't want that dream to end. So many things have changed since then. Our little group no longer exists. After what happened, it wasn't the same anymore, I wasn't the same.

I was so happy before, damn.

Before my mind is entirely filled with nostalgia I remind myself that I must get up and leave. The residents start waking up early around here and they probably won't be too happy about having a junkie in their building. After packing my few belongings in what must've been a school bag that I probably stole somewhere, I grab my phone and start walking down the emergency stairs. It's raining again. It always rains. The street seems empty as always. I plug in my pair of earphones, still damaged after the last escape from the police, and push the volume bar to the max. I don't usually like such an high volume, but today I just wanna silence my head as best as possible before I start reminiscing about the past again. This proves to be a fatal error as it makes me completely deaf to incoming traffic, but I also don't expect any since its so early.

Too bad.

Before I can even finish my song I hear the sound of fast tires drifting. As I turn around to see what's coming a car comes from the corner of the street and knocks me on the ground, before hitting a light pole.

"FUCK! What the fuck happened?! Are you two okay? Goddammit, my fucking car!"
I hear someone say in an angry male tone

"yes, yes, but you fucking hit someone! Look, over there!" another voice, this time feminine.

"Uh? Probably some bum, lets roll the fuck out before someone else sees us"

And as fast as it appeared it vanished. The car pushed in the reverse and left.

They were right tho I'm just some bum.

My body aches in its entirety and I cant move, I feel lightheaded but the pain doesn't seem unbearable.

I don't think I will pass ou-

"Hey, are you alive? Fuck..."

A bright light shines above my head as a loud hiss plays inside my head. I try to speak, but the words don't come out, just some nonsense. Before I can even try to understand what's happening I pass out again. Darkness and silence, but my mind is kinda working. I see flashes of my past, from highschool and my childhood.

Those were happy times. After highschool everything went to shit. Mom wasn't feeling well and Dad had to work extras just to pay for her bills. When she passed me and him were sitting on the edge of the bed and he didn't know what to say. He was never good with words, Mom used to be the one who would manage that. He just handed me two little pills. "They gave those to your mother for her pain, take half, it will make you feel better. Take the other half tonight. Goodbye, son" and just like that he left. I remember I didn't take the pill, but instead turned on the TV and stared aimlessly at it till night, waiting for him to come back. But he didn't, he never did. I would find out later he hanged himself. I was always a bit apathic and cold to people, but inside I cared deeply for the people I loved which were my parents and my friends. After losing the first, and soon enough the second too, I was lost, I was losing my mind and didn't know what to do. So I did what my father told me and took that pill. That cold that had gripped my heart melted, completely. It was replaced by a warm, blissful feeling. It felt like everything was okay, like my pain disappeared or like I never even knew what pain meant, it was like when my mother would pull a blanket over me and kiss my forehead as a kid. It felt like that, for 12 hours. Oxycontin, I love you. But then you stopped working, so I took another one, and I haven't stopped till this day, or rather till the day that car hit me, which was uhm, actually when was it? Where am I?