1 Prologue

The car had come out of nowhere.

I hadn't even registered its approach until I found myself flipping over the windshield with such force that the pain wasn't even registered. I could practically hear the sickening sound of the glass cracking as it connected with my flailing body. I was too much in shock to even feel the pain.

And then, all of a sudden, I was airborne, my body being hurled through the air faster than my brain could register. I knew pain was inevitable.

It hadn't been until I heard the thud of my skull connecting with the ground, felt the snapping of my bones, and the cuttings of small pieces of rock and glass piercing my skin - that realization truly hit me.

A car had hit me.

I felt my eyes roll back, and take in how the streetlights, shock-struck people, and the pavement were oddly disfigured and dotted with black - My entire world having turned upside down.

The driver was obviously been driving at a speed way over the legal speed limit, or else I'd have seen it coming - and he would have most likely been able to stop. Looking back, I can easily come up with a few creative words and cusses I would have been happy to throw at the morons face. With my lack of luck, the idiot behind the wheel might have been drunk.

Then, an explosion of pain hit me. Never in my life have I ever experienced even one percent of this intense agony. The feeling of crushing every nerve, is torture. My most likely broken bones were screaming, my head splitting and my skin on fire.

The timing of this whole scenario was a bid ridiculous, really. I'd even call it ironic.

It hadn't even ten minutes ago that I had an argument with my parents. They had said that I needed to be responsible and get my life together, to which I threw a tantrum and said I don't need them, and am perfectly capable to take care of myself. A bit childish to be honest, unlike my usual self.

I had stormed out of the door and strode off as if to prove myself, to which I randomly strolled around having no clue what to do. I was feeling bored and decided to just eat, so I went to a vending machine and bought some snacks and started to cross the road. Boom.

Not ten minutes after saying I am capable of taking care of myself I am killed by carelessly crossing the road.

I remember that in that moment, a small part of me was hoping that blow would kill me; I wanted to die. I wanted to escape the indescribable torture in which I found myself in. Thats when fate decided to mock me.

The blow did kill me.

People always say be careful what you wish for. Even if it was just for a split second, the thought crossed my mind. Which was apparently enough for my wish to be granted.

My senses lost touch with the world before the sounds of sirens had even reached my ears. And so, death had been met.

Little did I know that whoever came up with the phrase YOLO or You only live once deserves a swift boot in his arse.