Chapter 1: Prologue
Hello there, my name is Peter. And it appears I have died ( tragic, I know). But let me tell you a bit about my life, and how my choices led me to get something amazing.
I was sixteen when I died. My parent's names are Sarah and John. And when I was born there were little complications with my birth. You see I came out with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. And my head was literally purple. And to top it all off I was a big baby and that too put a strain on my mother when she was giving birth to me. Meaning my birth was pretty hard on my mother.
I am the second son of my family, with me we have my two brothers. The older called Tom and the younger Matthew.
We had a good life. Not rich or anything but the life of a middle-class family.
Growing up I had a fascination with fighting, not like I was violent or anything like that, but I liked kung-fu and the like. I enjoyed training my body, and so when I was around four years old I got into martial arts.
Fighting was not my only passion growing up. My other love was superheroes. My favorite hero growing up was Spiderman. I don't know why but the moment I found out about him I loved the hero. I would get stickers of him, shirts, cups, and even bed sheets. And for every Halloween, everybody always knew who would I be, yes you guessed it it was none other than Spiderman.
Anyway, in school, I was on the upper spectrum of an average student. Some classes I did better than the others. I was pretty introverted kid, I liked my peace and quiet, but I had a decent amount of friends too. In my group of friends, I was the type that you tell your secrets to with confidence that I would never betray the trust.
I really got into martial arts and learned all kinds of fighting styles from Kung-fu, taekwondo to boxing. But the love for anime, cartoons, or even comics never left me. And to tell you the truth those things were not that popular where I am from so I was in the minority of people liking that sort of entertainment.
I never really got into trouble with my parents. I was an obedient son. I never smoked or drank, in fact, I never even had alcohol in the form of a drink in my life. I never really had any desire to try to be honest.
When I got into high school it was pretty fun. I met really good people and made close friends. I had a girlfriend, Amanda, she was one of my close friends at the time so we really clicked.
And one day while Amanda and I were going to school on our way, we were crossing the road without noticing the red lights as we were distracted with our conversation, so we didn't see the truck that was speeding our way, towards Amanda. But before it hit her I saw it and suddenly a burst of speed, mind you not of my capability hit me and I was able to reach her before she was hit and saved her. But I didn't manage to move out the way and got hit.
When I got hit I felt immense pain run through my body, I never felt anything like this before. I felt my body hit the front of the truck and fly ten meters in the air bleeding and broken. I fell on the road rolled two more meters and finally stopped. My body was unrecognizable. It was bloodied and broken. My legs bent the wrong way and one arm crushed. My spine turned to pieces and ribs pierced my lungs. I knew that there was no saving me.
My vision red, going dark as I continued losing my consciousness. The pain was unbearable but I had no strength to scream or cry. 'Ahh. I didn't think this would be the way I go.. But oh well I at least managed to save Amanda. Going put like a hero eeh. But I did fly like a bird, I can check flying off my bucket list at least. Hahah' those thoughts ran through my head. I had my life flash before my eyes. All the stupid things I did, like trying to jump from a window thinking I could shoot out webs like spidey, moments with my family, going on trips, like the time when we sat around a campfire listening to my dad's stories, my friends, the times we laughed and just acted stupid, my girlfriend, when we met, when I asked her out, almost fainting as I did, the regrets, the hatred I had for my grandparents for leaving my mother when they found out that she was pregnant. All of the thoughts just flashing before my eyes a million miles per hour.
While I was just lying on the road with my mangled body, Amanda was in shock of what just happened. She took a few moments to process what just happened before she was torn out of her thoughts when she saw people screaming, recording and taking pictures. She then rushed to Peter.
"Peter! Are you okay? Please stay with me." She screamed as she pushed through the crowd and kneeled next to me. " Call the ambulance, please. Somebody help me!" She screamed.
As I was watching my life flash through my head I saw Amanda. The girl I saved and sacrificed my life for, but I don't regret it. I, with great difficulty and pain, reached out with my still somewhat good hand and stroked her cheek gently. " Hey..you good?" I asked.
She slowly touched my hand on her cheek, tears flowing down her cheeks "Yeah, but please don't go..stay here okay?"
"Haha..*cough* *cough* I will not make it... Just tell my family that I love them and that I don't regret doing what I did. Oh... and I love you" I said in a raspy voice.
Holding my hand as she cried, she replied with her voice now cracking " I love you too" I chuckled "Of course you do, who doesn't", already going numb, and then the darkness overtook my vision, my tired eyes slowly started closing. A few moments passed, as my final breath escaped my lungs.
I died.
Well YOLO right? Not for me. Why? Cuz' I'm the best.
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