I was always interested in a different life. A life where I had a family that celebrated my very existence and gave me the attention that I had always craved as a child. A life where I wouldn't cry into a pillow, wishing that my mother and father would reconcile and skip through the front door, and scoop me up in their arms singing songs of joy. It was always a fantasy lurking in my mind, never truly going away.
I wasn't desperate for it though, I valued the good things in life, aside from my family issues. I had a few friends that would brighten my mood at school, there was the librarian that would sometimes let me off the late fees on the books I borrowed, and there was my father. Even though he was barely ever home, I appreciated the fact that he took care of me. My mother was an unstable alcoholic who had aggressive tendencies, but I knew she loved me.
This wasn't a perfect life, but it was better than being a starving orphan with no one to love. So I went on living. I wrote my exams, and my graduation ceremony was a week away. I was excited, seventeen years old, so close to eighteen. I wanted to get a job as soon as possible, so I could help my father out, and he wouldn't have to work as much. It was a small goal to many, but to me, it meant the world. A shame, that I couldn't reach it.
I was leaving the library, on December 20th, it was snowy, and I left there earlier than usual to grab some coffee. I stood on the snowy side walk, and clutched the sides of my jacket tightly, it was damn cold on that afternoon. I raised my index finger, and pushed the crossing button. It flashed white for the okay, and I began walking. I had reached midway, but then I heard the tires of a car skidding against the icy road. I wasn't someone with quick reflexes, and instead of bolting to the other side, I could only turn my head and look at the car barreling towards me. I froze up and the car collided with me.
It wasn't like fiction, those movies were a lie. I didn't feel at peace, and I sure as hell didn't die instantly. I laid there, bleeding out on the cold asphalt. I needed to get up, but I couldn't. All I could do was lay there in pain as I felt my consciousness fading. It was the end.
I remember thinking about my parents, and that fantasy I had all these years, and then black. Pitch black.
Author's Note:
This is my very first time writing fanfiction, much less a SI/OC fic. It might fall short some times so constructive criticism and advice would be nice :)