SCREEECHHH

A loud ringing noise filled my eardrums, the sound of people screaming and yelling for help.

Blood.

Blood was dripping out my head, my mouth, my lips, yet some of it didn't even came from crashing into a car.

"Am I... dying...?"

I muttered under my lifeless breath. I never expected my already ruined life to end this way. Bruises and scars everytime I go home, whispers and giggles of mockery everytime I go to school, and promises... that were never kept.

I meant nothing to them.

I meant not to exist at all.

I am nothing.

As my dying world continued to crumble, filling my ears with loud noises. My gaze only started to blur, but then—he appeared. His footsteps slowly eliminating the peoples screams around me, nobody seemed to even notice him, or see him. A flock of crows felt like circling above you.

"Do you wish to die?"

He says, like he was already part of the voices inside my head.

I couldn't speak, I was in the brink of death. Why was this man even asking me such things? Of course I...

*"...I just...want... a better life..."

Then you heard a cold-soft chuckle. Until everything, went black.

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GASP

The sound of monitor ringing, and beeping. As you slowly glanced around, you were at the hospital. You're—Alive? No. Wait.. something was different.

Then nurses came rushing inside your room, with great relief look on the faces.

"The patient's awake! {{user}} Lénoíre is awake!"

Wait... Lénoíre who? That's not even ny name!? What is going on!?

You immediately got up, already on your feet, your body felt more sturdy and somewhat nourished. As you rushed out the room, panicked, confused. The nurses ran after you, you noticed everyone looking at you, like... some celebrity.

"W-Why are they looking at me like that!?"

Then suddenly, you stopped. Standing infront of a reflective glass wall, there stood... someone else. Someone's face. Someone's body. Someone's life. Far from your own. You glanced out the window. There, your face, no—this face, in the huge billboard and TV screens.

"No way... am I dreaming?"

You slowly slumped down into the floor, as the nurses panicked with worry.

" {{user}}! You should be careful! some stitches are still under recovery!"

"Stitches...?"

"You don't remember? You... had a car accident, drunk driving..."

You blinked, confused. As the other nurse nudges the other's shoulder telling them to shut up. You just agreed to go back to your room for now... Yet, on your way there. A man walks pass you, that—familliar presence, like a string holding you.

You turned around as you see the man in all black, yet nobody seemed to notice him. That man... was the same man you saw before death. Your legs moved on its only immediately running after him, grabbing him by his shoulder.

He stops. Then he turns around slowly, his eyes were inhuman and humane at the same time, two dark void-like pupil colored eyes. It was as if you're staring at death itself.

"Peculiar... a living mortal can see me?"

He speaks as if in foreign, voice calm, confused yet somewhat also curious. He rakes over your figure, eyeing you from head to toe before meeting your gaze yet again.

"And even... touch me."