We were just hanging out, like we used to. Just another normal date. Ice cream, a movie, dinner, the works. We were crossing the street when it happened. I could hear a car rushing forward, but I didn't have the time to pull you back. I ended up doing the only thing I could.
I pushed you. Hard. The car missed you, and hit me straight on. The pain was excrutiating! I swear that I broke something.
I could hear you crying. I wanted to say it'd be alright, but how could I? I'm just lying there, bleeding on the asphalt road. A group of people stood there, shocked. A few people actually called Nine-One-One, thank god.
you were laning next to me, trying to get me to wake up. I tried speaking, but I couldn't make words, so I just thought them.
Please stop shaking me. It hurts. Please. I'm alive. Stop shaking me!
You didn't stop. You continued to try getting me to stand. It hurts to move, can't you see? Just let me lie here. Just stop!
Laughing. I could hear laughing. Why aren't you mad? Can't you hear it, too?
Wait.. How can I hear it? I look down, noticing I'm looking at us, but I'm not me. I'm... am I dead?
No no no, I cam't be dead. I'm clearly watching us. So.. what's going on?
"You're extremely dense, you know," A soft voice behind me said. It was feminine.
"So you're not ignoring me, too?" I ask, confused.
"I can't ignore dead people."
I turn, looking down at a small girl, about fourteen, two years younger than me.
"...Really? Please tell me you're not hear for my soul or some shit."
The girl gets a little flustered.
"I-I'm the Grim Reaper, dammit! Why does everyone question me?" She pouts.
"I don't know, because we're told it's a skeletal guy with a rope and a scythe?" I say, trying not to be rude.
"I-I have aa scythe!" She yells, pulling out a pair of scissors.
I shake my head, looking back at my body. I look like I'm losing a lot of blood.
The ambulance gets here, and I ignore the little girl. I walk into the vehicle, following my body and girlfriend. They hook me up to some dumb machines to try and get me breathing.
I haven't breathed in ten, maybe twenty minutes. I'm already gone. This isn't fair. Why me?
I sit there, watching to procedures. Breathing, Pulse. Blood control. A couple shots. Shit, this all looks a little painful. I don't want to watch.
It's kind of painful to watch. Seeing that I'm dead, but still here. Why do I get stuck with this shit?
"Please wake up, Aki.."
I look up, shocked from a voice. My girlfriend, Maria, spoke. She's still crying. No, don't cry. It hurts to watch. It's just not fair!
Suddenly, my vision goes dark. What's going on? I-I can't see!
The world comes back into view, but it's cloudy. Like looking through an orb. And that, my dear friend, is how we meet.
