My death was slow and painful. I did not get hit by a car or train. I was not in a mugging and stabbed to death. I was killed by my crazy, drug addicted mother.
It was a typical night in out household, filled with screaming and objects being thrown at one another. My mother and older brother were arguing… Again. I had no idea what they were yelling about, but it made no difference to me. It had becoming a sick and twisted routine for my family. If you could even call us that.
"This has nothing to do with me, leave me out of it." After this words left my mouth a strange sense of foreboding filled my entire being, but I immediately brushed it off. I walked away, intending to go up to my room and hopefully get some sleep. My mother had other plans.
I heard that sound of more glass breaking from downstairs after I closed my door, followed by a resounding slamming of the front door. My brother had left for work and my mother was still throwing a tantrum in her drug induced state. It always took her ten minutes for her to cool herself off before she would burst into my room laughing like nothing happened at all.
What I did not expect was after five minutes my door would be off the hinges, my mother pulling me off my bed and using all her strength to slam a steel baseball bat into my small, barely sixteen year old person. I had no idea what she was aiming for but I could tell my collar-bone shattered, if the crack had I heard gave me a hint.
I had no time to curl into myself to reduce the damage before she swung the bat down again… Again… Again.. Again.
I heard screaming and I couldn't tell if it was her or me, I just knew I was in pain. Unimaginable pain. I heard banging and I couldn't tell if it was coming from the front door of our apartment of from the bat continuously meeting my body. I watched the woman above me raise the bloodied bat above her head before I met her eyes head on.
"P-please…" I coughed up a bit of blood before I could finish.
"Now this has something to do with you, huh?!" She sneered before bring the bat down to meet my head.
What happened next was a bit harder to explain, seeing as how I only saw flashes from that point on. The point is that I died, okay?
So you can imagine my shock when I woke up hours later wrapped up in a warm towel, held against some woman's chest. I could hear words, or at least what I thought were words, being exchanged by two deep male voice. I noticed the woman running her finger along the length of my face, in a way meant to be comforting but honestly just crept me out.
'What the hell is this woman doing?!'
Trying to slap her hand away didn't work because she just assumed I wanted her finger, which she gladly gave up. Once my fingers were firmly wrapped around her index finger I noticed another odd thing. My hands were short, stubby and a lot paler than they originally had been.
The annoying sound of a baby crying reached my ears before I actually realized the sound was coming from me.
AN: So, I have read a lot of self insert fic's and I suppose I got some inspiration from it. That's why I wrote my own~ Tell me what you think and if you have constructive criticism please review.