FEM READER (im srry its my first book and i cant-)
modern Y/N finds herself in her favorite anime after a quite cliche death. she adapts to adjust to the lifestyle of the taisho era but as she's in the demon slayer corps, she doesn't seem to realise...
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BANG
Yup, there's the sound of my body getting absolutely bodied by a truck as cliche as it sounds I feel like it happened all too fast, from me jogging across the road to getting thrown, just because I was too impatient to wait for a few seconds.
A few seconds that's how quick my life was taken , something that my mother had to literally grow for 9 months of pure agony , a thing that I continuously had lived in for years that I went through highs and lows with got stolen in a few mere seconds, all because I couldn't be bothered to wait a few seconds.
Thats how quick life can go and as I laid there on the concrete road , the shouts and screams of people as people rushed to get me help, I felt grateful they didn't even know me yet they helped , they could've walked and pretended to not notice.
But I guess seeing a young female getting rammed by a 25 tonne speeding machine and a piece of debris sticking in her body wasn't something you could just ignore.
The faint sound of my heartbeat and the rushing of blood in my ears slowly became louder as they slowed down , soon effectively drowning out the noise of chaos outside my physical body , as if my body was trying to get me to realise my heart was failing ,
louder
louder
louder
I felt my own body try to desperately sustain itself, my breathing slowed as it hurt too much to, my breaths getting more shallower and more wheezing, but my blood kept flowing out no matter how fast my body tried I didn't have crazy regeneration or anything I wasn't supernatural, i was human and i could die.
'Damn if I were a demon or knew total concentration I bet it would help with this shit beacuse this fucking hurts ohmygod'
How the fuck i managed to think of demon slayer during my last moments I don't know, but if there's anything that was worrying me then was the pain. The pain was indescribable and extremely vivid.
The feeling of warm and sticky blood just sticking to my skin and my clothes slicking to me with it, I just knew my limbs were in inhumane position I bet that some limbs were half torn of, i could feel pieces of gravel stuck into my wounds as i wheezed and struggled to breathe i felt them grind against each other in my skin it was disgusting i wanted to throw up, I honestly didn't know how a truck did this much damage.
But all I knew was that I wanted it to end, I felt sick of this and it hadn't even been long , that's what I remember before black clouded my vision , my heartbeat and rush of blood alone overwhelming the sirens and crowd of people screaming and crying at the sight.
