What Lies at the End

Chapter 1

A boy with black hair was getting thrown into a shelf with boxes on. The room looked like a cleaning room at a school. The black-haired boy looked down on the floor crying. He looked skinny and small, and helpless too. Some other boy was grabbing him by his shirt.

As the other boys hand was getting closer to the black-haired boys face, my vision turned black.

"STOP!!" The black-haired boy yelled. My vision came back and I saw people leaving the room.

The black-haired boy sat on the floor only wearing his long white shirt. His clothes were messy and he stopped crying. He stood up taking his hand on the floor pushing himself up. His legs were bruised. He took his pants on and left the room walking slowly putting a hand against the wall trying not to collapse.

My vision turned black as he walked out of the room.

The same black-haired boy was walking on the streets on a bridge, and he just randomly stopped looking down on his feet. He walked out on the road and a truck hit him instantly.

I woke up with sweat dripping down my face and my heart racing like crap. I quickly sat up and looked down at myself, a dream? Darn, what kind of dream is that? I got a flashback from the boy getting killed by the truck. It felt so real that I actually thought a truck hit me. I took my hand up to my head. And why was I someone different? I must be too tired... Or is this some premonition? I should really be careful today.

I grabbed my phone, looking at the time. 6:00 am. !!!!!! AHHHHHH! I'M LATE! I took my jacket and quickly ran out of the door.

18 years. 18 years of pain and suffering. My father, who never had a proper job, used to hit my mother, so she left. Then, my father, who obviously lacked a sense of responsibility, left too. Left all alone, I had to start working all day to pay off the debt I inherited. I had to do everything I could in order to survive, and every day was a struggle.

I ran down the way down to my first work, a grocery store. I walked in giving my coworker an innocent smile, trying not to make her too mad at me for getting late. After I stood behind the desk, welcoming customers, I went to my other work where I walk around in a teddy bear costume and advertise something. After that, I went to my second last job, where I'm a servant at a restaurant. Then finally my last work, a boxing club. I always box with the boss a little after my shift.

"Alright, alright, time out," my boss said. I took my helm off and groaned. Sweat was running down my body.

"Good job, Kid. You've gotten better again. Impressive, considering I never taught you properly," he said looking up at me smiling. "Haha, well I have been sparring for years," I said looking down at him scratching my hair. "But talents like yours are hard to come by. 9 out of 10 beginners who spar for money quit during their first month," he replied. "I still remember the first day you come here. I've never seen anyone who got up again and again even when all they did was get hit," he continued blushing. I took my hand up to my head remembering it clearly and getting a little offended by his words.

My boss handed me an envelope smiling at me, "Here's your pay for today. Are you still not interested in learning boxing properly?" he asked looking at me all excited. "Umm, maybe later when I have some time..." I replied taking the envelope giving him a smile back.

"What a shame. It's hard to find someone as dogged as you are" he said. I gave out an awkward laugh and left.

Is that a compliment..? Soon I'll have paid off all my debt. Yeah, life can be a b****, but it can't be a b**** forever. I'll have to start planning what to do after I pay off my debt. Boxing's not bad, I guess... It's the only thing I'm good at.

"-.." 3 drunk people were laughing and talking nonsense on my way home. I looked at them, 2 girls and 1 boy, all wearing a school uniform. Hmm. That reminds me. It was my dream... to go to school when I was younger. It might be a little late, but school doesn't seem like a bad option.

I walked up to the traffic light. The light turned green so I walked over. What's wrong with my life?

But whatever I do, money is the problem. Well, at least I won't have to work day and night. It won't be easy, but if I keep up this pace, I'll make it.

It was that dream that made me tell myself to be careful. What did I do wrong?

I walked over the road and heard a brake sound. A big truck was driving really fast, it was getting closer. The man behind the wheel pushed the horn, that made a loud sound.

All I did... was get lost in thought about my life plans only for a brief moment... And my dream became a reality, just like that. I guess life is a b**** then you die. Aahh... But still, I want to live...

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Huh? What happened?  I opened my eyes seeing a bright light. I quickly sat up looking around. Hospital..? Huh. Am I... alive?

There was a mirror on a table beside me. I looked in the mirror. My face was skinnier than usual and I had BLACK HAIR? I turned my face away from the mirror and back to it again. I panicked, took the mirror and shacked it again and again. WHO?? ARE?? YOU?? NO. NO! IT CAN'T BE! IMPOSSIBLE!

I jumped out of the hospital bed and ran to the toilet looking at myself in the mirror. I grabbed my face, touching my skinny body. Really..? This is really me..?  As I grabbed the door, going out of the toilet, my body started to tremble.

And this face... I recognize it. It's the guy from my weird dream. What the hell is this? It doesn't feel like a dream. But how can a ridiculous situation like this be possible?! Okay, relax. Relax and think Taemin.

I definitely was hit by a truck. That was no dream. Then what..? What could've happened after the accident?!! Maybe they gave me a plastic surgery because my face was damaged..? Nah... Then... although it makes no sense at all... am I... really inside this guy's body? No way. No. Way. This is impossible.

Hmm. The fact that I'm inside his body means that the accident I saw in my dream actually happened, right? But that doesn't explain why I'm trapped in this body! We were both hit by a truck? Or, is this like a second chance I get because I thought I wanted to live?

But then he wanted to die, then is he... Wait, what happened to my body? I'm confused. What am I supposed to do in this situation?

Darnit. There's no way I can think of a solution. All right. The only thing I can do now is play along with this irritating situation.

A/N: Hey guys. So I made the first chapter of the story. What do you think about it? Please leave a vote and comment.

It may be a bit confusing but every time I write in 'Italic ' it means that Taemin is thinking that.

The chapter is a bit short but stay tuned, because I'm uploading every Wednesday. Love Yazmin