I am a 34-year-old, veteran NEET. A plump, ugly man who's jobless.

My parents had passed away. I didn't come to the funeral. I stayed at their home and didn't bother to leave my room. When it came to a close, I was chased out of their house.

I was masturbating in my room on the funeral day when my siblings suddenly rushed in, dressed in mourning clothes. I was dragged out by them as I heard them destroy my computer. I could make out them yelling that they wanted nothing to do with me and cut ties with me.

Soon I was outside at the entrance, soaking wet and bruised. I banged on the door begging them to forgive me, to let me back in but I only received a punch in the face and more swearing. After that, I walked down the street. I could only feel the stinging pain on the side of my face with the rain pouring on me like weights on my back.

I couldn't understand how this could have happened?

All I did was masturbate to a loli video during my parents' funeral.

Confusion was what overtook me. Could I have found a part-time job, with my looks? I doubt it. Hell, I don't even know if I'll even qualify. Finding a place to stay was out of my reach as well. I only had the clothes on my back and no shoes.

I couldn't help but think of my old life in the past.

When I was young, I never tried to improve on skills I wasn't good with. In return, I was never good with my studies and school. It felt like there was no point in trying.

Back then, I was the third son born in a wealthy family. I was praised for being clever compared to the rest, good at games, and surprisingly capable at sports. I was the only one who was able to assemble a computer in my household as no one knew anything about coding.

However, I also remembered what led me to this downfall. It was during my third year when I was busy tinkering with a device in hand. I flinched, unaware they had no part in my life any longer.

Would I have succeeded if I placed more effort to learn anything new? No, I would. If I had known better. If only...

Why didn't I do anything up till now?

The rain poured even harder like it was scorning me. Within my line of vision, I noticed a couple of students arguing in the middle of the road. I was too far away as the rain was drowning out their argument. It was better for me to not eavesdrop on them.

Though from afar, I see the students in question. Two guys and one girl. The boys dressed in student uniforms while the girl wore the classic sailor uniform. The taller boy was quarreling with the girl, and the other boy was trying to mediate them, but neither parties were listening at all.

A part of me envied them and their youth.

However, that envy didn't last long. From a far distance, a truck barreling down the street to the unsuspecting teens.

"L-Look Out!" That is what I would have said. Its been years since I had properly used my voice, added in the cold rain that diluted any sound, I made a small squeak that no one could hear but myself.

I must save them but how? The fear and regret of the outcome of what may happen to them. I already can imagine their bodies with the screaming impact of the truck and the blood that soaked the streets and be washed away by the rain.

Therefore, I had to save them. In all honesty, with the type of person I am, I'll probably be found on the roadside dead. This may be my last chance to have some form of satisfaction in my life.

I ran, or tried to. I haven't exercised or ran for the past ten years so it felt like I was hobbling. The water underneath my feet made me feel like I could easily slip and fall, feeling the weight of this body forced down on my knees to hurt but that was the last thing on my mind.

None of the teens had noticed the truck yet. Finally, I pulled the mediator's collar and with all my strength, pulled him back.

I could feel the lights on me, the truck was in front of them at this point. I pushed the other two at a safe distance, but as I pushed them forward, the recoil caused me to move back. Looking back I noticed a boy pulling the girl aside, both falling on the roadside.

For a moment, I wondered if I was seeing my life flash before my eyes. That reality was soon ripped from me as it's revealed that the light seemingly came from the truck ready to hurl its weight on me.

Comparing the fists of anger I felt from my siblings that still burned, I barely felt the weight of my body greater by fifty times as I was thrown to a wall. Maybe I was high on the adrenaline as I didn't feel any pain from the impact, at least one good thing came my way.

Though life seemed to disagree with me. Instead of letting me just die, I was quickly placed in an ambulance and taken to the hospital. The noise of the siren and the people asking, or demanding, to stay with them. I found this all tedious. I just wanted to rest, to lull myself asleep. I wished my mouth was working so I could tell them to shut up. It's getting difficult to keep even my eyes open.

Then I heard murmuring in the background, it was smooth and distinct like they didn't want to disturb someone. It confused me, everyone around me was loud and annoying, not quiet.

I was on the operation table as the adrenaline started to slow down. The pain I hadn't felt from earlier started to come back to me, I felt warmth on my sides. Maybe it was my blood bleeding into my clothes, it felt like a warm blanket all-round me.

Once more, I hear the soft murmur of someone, it felt like someone was caressing my head, easing me to sleep.

The surgeons must have noticed I was falling asleep as they were demanding for me to stay awake. However, I had already tuned them out at this point.

I simply followed the warmth of someone's hand to the darkness.