Prologue
Famous Last Words
As it turns out dying isn't as easy as the media leads you to believe.
There aren't any melancholic strings rising in the background to signal a moment of sadness, no flattering camera angle that gives you a sense of elegance and dignity in your final moments, no single tear that curves down your cheek as you draw your last breath.
Instead, it's the sound of screeching metal before your entire world implodes, the high-pitched shattering of glass before your ears pop and suddenly it sounds like you're screaming underwater. Everything is moving both too fast and too slow.
Pain and I have never been particularly intimate. I've always been a cautious person, not much of a risk-taker, and as such the worst physical pain I've ever had to experience has been period cramps and the occasional stitch when I've been forced to move faster than a leisurely jaunt. So when I'm flung from the back-seat of the car with enough force that the seat-belt makes my ribs crackle then break with the effort to keep me in place, I'm unashamed of the howl of agony that escapes my lungs. Until of course it's cut off with a choke as I collide back into my seat hard, my gasping breaths wet in my chest.
My mouth is full of the metallic tang of blood from where I've almost bit clean through my tongue and I can vaguely feel it spill from the corners of my lips. It's a surreal feeling, as the pain travels throughout my body lighting up my nerve-endings like a Christmas tree when the car finally comes to a standstill and time seems to stop. In the blink of an eye, my hearing comes rushing back, more heightened than ever, as over my harsh breathing I can hear the slight tinkling of glass settling and creaking metal. In the front seat both of my parents are silent, something I don't have a chance to dwell on as coughs wrack my body and blood froths against my lips.
My chest feels heavy and full and I dimly acknowledge that I am drowning in my own blood.
Help won't be coming. It's 10:30 pm and we were driving down a back road when the deer had leaped out onto the road, causing my father to swerve to the side and ultimately into the tree we were now wrapped around. Fate, it seemed, was a fickle bitch. At some point, I had begun a low keening in my throat, the only way I could physically express my pain.
As more blood dripped down my chin and my vision went dark around the edges, I couldn't help but think so this is the way the world ends - not with a bang but with a whimper.
As I grew colder, my final thought was that even when I was dying I was dramatic as fuck.
AN: Hi guys! This is my first foray into reincarnation fic and I really hope you all like where I take it! These kinds of fics have always been my guilty pleasure and I just couldn't handle using the amazing world of Fairy Tail to finally dip my toe in - hopefully the water's fine! This is a really short prologue, but I promise to have the first chapter up soon. I look forward to hearing your thoughts, and while this is an OCxNatsu fic it is incredibly slow-burn. For a myriad of reasons, their relationship isn't going to be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am affair. Especially with Cass' knowledge and opinions of the characters from her past life - her OTP literally stands in the way of her even thinking of pursuing anything more than friendship with Natsu, to begin with. Something which will be a cause of great humor, angst, and exasperation for all involved.
Anyways, hope you stick around for the ride!
-susiesamurai xoxo