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Saintnites
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Hurry, save him!"

"Hold on, sir, we'll take you to the hospital."

"Please hold on."

The voices of people in white and the sound of the ambulance siren seemed to come from a very distant corridor.

They lifted my body from the asphalt, now stained with my blood, and put me into the vehicle.

They kept telling me to hold on, hold on, hold on.

Hold on to what? My entire body is already numb… my vision is also getting blurrier.

I felt a bitter smile stretching at the corner of my lips, or at least, that's what I imagined.

Father… Mother… It seems I will be joining you soon. I'm sorry I couldn't live longer as you wished. Besides, I'm tired of living alone. What's the point of working to earn money if there's no one I need to provide for? I'm sorry if I ever did wrong. Now I know I am nothing without you.

Why did I do that? Saving a careless child who ran into the middle of the road? Why not just let it be? Who even is he?

Regret? No. I don't want any reward. It was my body's reflex to push that child away. It wouldn't be me if I hadn't done it.

Yes. I do not regret it.

At least I managed to save her. That little girl, she is still young. She has a long life ahead and surely has a family waiting for her.

My eyes grew terribly heavy. Darkness flickered in my vision, yet I kept fighting to stay conscious.

I lied. I don't want to die.

All the strength I used to cling to consciousness was no match for death, which seemed to be opening its path wide — tempting me to enter.

In this moment, death seemed better than the paralysis I now felt. Yet, I am deeply afraid of what lies beyond death…

My soul thrashed wildly.

The darkness slowly stole my sight until finally…

Total darkness.