Holt on

You chose the trick instead of the treat didn't you.

*ur damn package will be in this area soon// first person pronouns does not mean its a self insert I guess ,original title was supposed to be boom crash the sound of my drums, uhhh these drawings are from my sketchbook, there's gonna be like violent descriptions sometimes   UHHH THIS FIRST PARAGRAPH MIGHT BE A EXTREMELY BIG TRIGGER. SO I HEAVILY ADVISE YOU TO SKIP IT ENTIRELY.

I was talking a walk as it usually cleared my mind, It was normally blank these days. I enjoyed walking as well because it made new way for thoughts. Thoughts that distracted me. 

I heard the click of the lights switching but didn't look up to see if it said walk or not, so I went forward. 

Everything came crashing down, or rather right into me. The air suddenly picking up, and rushing towards me blowing it all in,noxious fumes and gas spilling out the trucks exhaust pipe surrounding me. The honk of cars and screaming and warnings of others.

Pain spreading throughout my body, bones chipping and others snapping in half. It felt like my knife collection had all been shoved into me in various areas, this was definitely not accupuncture. If I could've thought clearly in that time I would've compared it to probably as how Todoroki felt. 

But I couldn't, cold liquid was sticking to you, I couldn't talk or scream it only choked down by blood, I felt mangled. I felt everything but nothing at all. My vision blurred and I could see the truck stop as it reached the end,  it was Halloween so the truck showed ends of a ghostly cheaply made covered to attach to the sides for product placement.

I felt hands prodding my chest and arms trying to drag me out from underneath, every breath feeling like a new crack. I took my last one,my last thought only being,that I probably died from the fucking Scooby Doo ghost truck.