Chapter 1: Jay's Death
Hello this is my first fanfic and it's also the first story I've put online, I hope I don't regret it, But I doubt I will if you have suggestions Then leave Review I will be reading them all. Also, I got this idea from "Digitalization" by AgasaR go check them out and if you see mistakes I apologize it's already hard to write with dyslexia, But anyways I hope you enjoy reading. (Rewrite)
ITALIC-Thoughts or memories
BOLD-Notes and stuff I have to say (Or Intense yelling/screaming)
(12:23 PM) Jay Hetrom sat in his seat dressed nicely with his dark brown hair that was lengthy pulled back, dull green eyes hoping for something good to happen, currently at his job interview "I'm afraid we can't hire you, with your skill set, it just wouldn't be great for this type of job." Jay knew that those words were coming, of course, he didn't have the 'skill set' the only thing he was good at is games whether it be digital or tabletop he was always good at it. He thought about the endless amount of them he played; MMOs RPGs FPSs SIMs TBSs RBSs TDs TCGs PVPs Puzzles, and lots more but what he liked the most were RPGs especially the tabletop RPG Drugs & Demons AKA D&D. The reason he liked RPGs was that he liked making his own character and building it to eventually be a powerful but not overpowered warrior, fighter or mage. The next thing that popped into his head and probably worry him is his mother yelling at him for not being able to get a job at the age of 17, all his friends had one and they had their driver licenses as well leaving him out of a lot of group activities like going to the amusement park that was an hour and 40 minute drive from his house to there. he wanted to get his license but he wouldn't be going anywhere without the money for gas.
(12:25) Jay left the building and got on his bike and started to ride home, and it would be an understatement if he said it was hotter than the deepest pits of hell and it was bright making it a bitch riding a bike while wearing dress clothes, and if he was being honest he didn't want to go back home he knew it was childish but he had his reasons 1 of them being that his mother was always bragging over his sisters' accomplishments as if being the middle child wasn't hard enough his mom always brought it up during dinner and his step-father Tim wouldn't say anything to stop her, saying it wasn't his problem it was Jay's but last night she said the one thing that him off "Your gonna end up like your father, A piece of shit drug addict that deserves death" Jay got up from the table and started to walk to her while shouting on the top of his lunges "REALLY THAT'S IT, IM TIRED OF THE FUCKING BULL CRAP THAT YOU SPIT OF THAT ASSHOLE YOU CALL A MOUTH BITCH!" his step father then decided it was his time to step in but that only added more fuel to the fire "Jackson thats enough now sit the fuck back down and eat your dinner!" Jay gave his stepfather a glare that even god would be intimidated "GREAT NOW YOU JUMP IN NOW THAT I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THE BULL CRAP AND NO I WILL NOT 'SIT DOWN' SO HOW ABOUT YOU SIT THE FUCK DOWN OR DO I NEED TO KNOCK THE LAST OF YOUR FUCKING TEETH OUT!" that got his stepdad pissed for the one thing he was sensitive about was he teeth "YOU ARE GONNA SIT THE FUCK DOWN OR GOD SO HELP ME I WILL MAKE SURE YOU SEE AN EARLY GRAVE BOY" Thems were fighting words and Jay wasn't gonna let him swing first, His fist collided with Tim's Jaw knocking out two or three teeth Jay then grabbed his shoulders and brought him in for a knee to the gut making Tim fall to the floor. His mother had called the police and was outside he waited for the police so he could tell his end of the story and he did he wasn't arrested due to his older sister Kirsta being there who actually says something during dinner to my mother and she vouched for me saying that it was instigated and that I didn't care about when his mother was talking shit about him but it was when she brought up his father that he snapped he was left with a warning by some miracle. Not that it was gonna mater the next day. He walked to his Freind's house to Sleep for the night.
(12:32)He was riding his bike down Main Street *𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐊* Jay looked in the direction of the blaring noise coming out of his dazed state but was already too late the truck hit him at 45mph, launching him into another car effectively breaking his spine. He had sworn that he pressed the button for the crosswalk and it was safe to cross. but of course, some fucking retard ran the red light and he couldn't see me do to the building. still, why would he do that coming into goddamn Main Street! But the more he thought about it he saw that the driver and the vehicle looked familiar. Why was he thinking about this when he is fucking dying, everything around him was blurry and he could see a small group of people around him trying to make sure he didn't die but he couldn't what they were saying, there was a man that seemed to be in his late forties trying to stop as much of the bleeding as possible. He was thinking back to the car and driver when it snapped into place it was his stepfather who hit him not that it would mater he was going to die no one can be hit by a truck going 40 then getting launched into another car even if he had lived he wouldn't be able to walk for the rest of his life he mentally cursed the man that killed him for other reason other than throwing a few punches at him the curse went something like this "Tim Jack I curse you that you will suffer for the rest of your poor life and die in the most painful death humanly possible" after that he passed away from blood loss at 12:35.
(Jay P.O.V)I woke in a cold sweat or I would have if I still had a body, sitting up and looking around me, the world around me was as if it had a greyscale on it, I saw myself getting pulled into the back of an ambulance on a gurney."A- am I dead?!" I looked down at 'myself' I was fucking transparent "Wow that's weird." I put my hands together only for them to go through each other "And that's even weirder." getting up "Good thing my body can interact with the world", "So this is the afterlife, pretty dull compared to what we humans thought it would be." I said Nothing dared to respond only bringing dreadful silence, but only for a moment. "Sorry for keeping you usually you humans like to say a prayer to a god." Jay jolted and spun on his heels when he heard this voice come from out of nowhere, and saw what could only be described as a black mist " And you are?" he said with a brooding look on his face "I'm what you call 'Death' or 'The Grim Reaper', but my name is not of your concern. Before you can ask any more useless questions I will tell you what I do. I bring the souls of the dead into the afterlife and very rarely I will reincarnate a soul that is powerful like yours, and I must say you may be the most powerful soul I have ever encountered. You can not decline this for your soul will not be able to rest, Now come with me so you can be reborn. Jay went over to the misty figure asking "Will I remember this life in my next?" There was a pause as if the mist was contemplating something in his non-existent brain "You humans' and your endless quest for knowledge, yes you will, but please stop with the questions" Jay followed the mist to his next life.
Thanks for Reading hopefully this rewrite is better than before, it's about 3 times longer than before as well.