The Day I Died

Chapter 1

"Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!" I looked around and saw almost all the students at Applebrock Secondary School. We were told it was a pretty small high school, but we have about 1500 students. There was a girl, Chloe, and she was asking me to go out with her. I just couldn't say yes, I genuinely despised her. She was the girl who developed a crush everyone, makes her target person go out with her, and then will dump you when you see the good in her. She had platinum blonde hair and has one of the curviest body figures I've seen. She bumped into me once and when her hip hit my hand I had to go to the nurse's office.

I started to feel claustrophobic standing in the middle of the field. It was like I have all the students were closing on me. I made an X with my hands on my chest and rammed my way out to the field. I think I knocked over a few people on my way out but they'll be alright.

I tripped over a rock and fell face down to the floor. I thrusted my hands out in front and ended up in a plank position. I saw a shady figure walking towards me."Ed, you make whatever chose you want, but I'm begging you, don't go out with her." It was my best friend, Nick. I looked to my side and saw him down at my level. I let my plank down and laid chest down on the muddy rocky floor. My mother wouldn't happy that I got my shirt all dirty, then again has she really ever been happy?

Nick is a great guy and my best friend. He has always had the splitting image of Ed Sheeran. He has tousled orangeish hair and has an overall squarish roundish face. He is pretty tall, at least taller than me. Only by a bit though. He has square glasses that have a black frame. They fall on his face perfectly, leaving a little space on the sides. He has a lazy eye, his left one, and its kind of cool. Instead of the eye being smaller like it normally should be for his condition, it's normal size for about 1 quarter through, then it takes a slant down and curves right up to the end of his eyelid. He is about 5'4.

As for me, I'm a brunette, and I have pretty thick hair with a few natural blond highlights. I'm about 5'3, and I don't really have much to say about myself. I'm a male. My name is Edward, just call me Ed. I'm 5'3. That's about all I've got. Oh, and also it's funny that I complete my best friend in the way that he was the looks of Ed Sheeran and I have his name.

"Yo man let's just go home. This is becoming too much for me. I don't ever want to come back to this hell hole- oh I'm sorry. I meant 'school' ever again." I said as I got up, and I saw Nick miserably failing to hold back a laugh.

Within 5 minutes we were almost home. Our parents are best friends, and they loved each other so much they thought they couldn't live without each other. Literally. They pooled money to make a huge mansion for us to share. I couldn't say I didn't like it though; I got to live with my best mate.

Unlike other people, I like being very, very aware of my surroundings. In 5 minutes, I look 180˚ both ways at least twice. I looked around and across the road, and in between the little sliver between the bank and Starbucks®, I saw little Maggie, Nick's little sister.

She's about 13, and she is half Irish half Scottish, and her orangeish redish hair too and it's too puffy for her own good. Every morning it is my duty to pin it up for school, and it's a pretty long process. First I have to try to brush it out. Please note my choice of words. Then I have to do 2 Dutch braids. That is the only hairstyle that ever keeps her hair intact, apart from frizz. Even though it keeps her hair intact, it doesn't mean that it is easy. It takes me a good 12 minutes just to braid it. On the days she looks off or just in a bad mood I pull out a flower or hairband so she can feel at least a little better about herself.

I have no siblings. Yay. I've always wanted siblings, but have never gotten them. That's kind of why I treat Maggie's hair with care, it's what an older brother does. I have nothing better to do anyway.

She was behind this creepy old short man, who grabbed her wrist and tried to lead her deeper into the alley. I quickly ran across the road to go see who this man was.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing to my little sister!" I yelled at the man, feeling color flood to my face. She wasn't my little sister, I knew that but in this situation she was. He didn't speak. He simply let go of Maggie and advanced towards me. He walked very slow, then he ran toward me and threw a punch to my face.

Maggie's face represented pure horror; he face turned pale white and her vibrant green eyes had dulled out. No offense to her, but she looked like she had risen from the dead. I motioned to her to run, to run anywhere but here. Luckily for her, the man and I weren't blocking where she was dragged in through, so she sprinted across the street and gave Nick a tight hug. Once I knew she was safe I faced this man and took in his features.

He had a huge wrinkly nose that looked like a snail. His lips were chapped and dry, and they were this creepy grey color. His eyes were also creepy grey, except he was cross-eyed, and that scared the living daylights out of me. "Look at what you've done!" He yelled with a horrible gruffly voice. I immediately took a few steps back, knowing this man was not mentally okay.

He grew another punch, except I grabbed his fist and his shoulder so I could pin him up against the wall. He let out a groan of pain, along with a string of curse words before coming back at me. He certainly wasn't leaving without a fight, so a fight I will give him.

I threw a kick to his gut, and he slid down on the wall, clutching his side in pain. I thought I was done with him, but I thought wrong. He sprung up and punched the side of my head while I was off guard, causing me to fall. I rolled on my back to try and get up, but he kept punching my gut over and over. I could feel pain coursing through my body, feeling the cuts and the blood. As long as I don't see the blood I'll be fine. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. I used that as a chance to jump up and continue fighting.

By the end of the fight my knuckles were numb and bloody, and by the looks of it, I looked like I had just played with knives. I had cuts all over, had many blue, black and purple bruises, quite a few gashes and have lost quite a lot of blood. He walked away, leaving me on the floor and I took a few breathers. Just as I was walking away he threw me one last punch to my head. I fell to the ground and saw all the blood I had lost. I suddenly felt dizzy. "I told you that you would regret it." He whispered into my ear, and with that, I went unconscious.

I woke up in a bed. A bed that isn't my bed. I got up and tried to find my way home but a lady that much like a nurse. "Hey, you've woken up! How are you doing the fight?" Fight? What fight?

"What fight?" I whispered, looking down at my bloody hands. I shot my head up; I have a bad fear of blood. It's so serious that my doctor put me on medication. I started to feel light headed again. There is blood all over my body. I have lost a whole lot of blood.

I suddenly fell to the ground but didn't feel the impact I was waiting for. I then realized that I was floating right above my bloody body. I silently followed them around, them being the nurses. They hoisted my body up to a bed and wheeled me to the ER. "He's not breathing! Hook up the defibrillator!" I heard a woman shout.

"Time of death, 6:34, January 16, 2017" I heard a man with a deep voice say. As I heard that, I felt my heart plummet.

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Hello.
My main goal for this book is to actually finish it the way I want to. My goal for this chapter for me to post the next chapter is maybe 10 views, 1 vote and maybe 1 comment? I'm not sure, but that always motivates me to write and I love the support. I would also like to thank you for actually reading that so, hehe thanks

-temipapi