Before you read this, I originally posted this on Ao3, and now I'm posting it here. I thought I should, since both this account and YukiofOina are both me.
This is part of a series called The Tracks are Disappearing, and I will post the other one later.
Normal day; like any day, really. Get up, put on clothes, prepare lunch, grab school bag, walk to the train station. Once at the train station, grabbing a drink (usually a can cafe au lait or a bottle of milk tea), a banana, and a sandwich from the vending machine. Eating it usually left about two hours before the train came, that time was spent reading or finishing whatever homework wasn't from the night prior. The day was going fine, until running into someone. They weren't affected by the sudden crash a random person.
They were exceptionally tall, they leaned down and stuck a hand out. "Are you okay?" A woman's voice, though knowing better that did not make them a woman; there were at least a handful of girls who sounded quite masculine. There were at least two in home room that sounded so; of course their personalities clashed greatly, one was more of a rebellious princely type, while the other was hard to shut up after opening up to people. This person had long raven hair and a strange, yet beautiful, combination of blue and green for their eyes. After looking at the person for as long as it takes to do so, words eventually formed. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about running into you."
It was hard to talk to other people, but basics and manners were easier than a whole whopping conversation. Nothing much happened anyway, so what was there to talk about. Bowing in apology was simple, so it was done. After the exchange of the apology, the train pulled up, right on time as well. The person eyed the train with both wariness and rage, while somewhere off in the distance a baby or very small child began crying. They walked away, yet it seemed like they were waiting for that train in particular.
Waking up didn't hurt, surprisingly. The everyday essentials grabbed from this morning were scattered about, kind of. They were all still in the bag, cell phone and all. Even the portable charger was still in the small easily opened pocket. Yet, it looked like most of the items had been strewn across the ground. A heart wrenching sight was spotted 4 meters away from most of the items, a trail of blood. First instinct the brain decided to register was to follow said trail. I never put makeup on, so i rarely looked in a mirror... I never thought I'd see my own self like that, body skewered through the stomach, and face cut by glass; my red hair messy and sticky with my own blood, and vision had possibly been blurry from tears caused by pain and the wounds on my eyes.
was then that I realized I was in limbo and the person I bumped into was my reaper. I only thought that this was the case as they were standing above my body on the pole looking at me with a sad smile and a hand out stretched like how they helped me stand back up from earlier.