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Try getting thrown out of a moving bus.
It wasn't that bad, now that I think about it. I mean, the most I walked away with was a broken spirit, in my opinion.
I need a cheat day so I can stuff myself with junk food. But, I should tell you my story, from the beginning, and it was the one day I will never be able to forget.
I already tried.
My life was certainly an interesting one, I can say that at least.
The name's Duncan, and this is my story.
The wind assaulted my face, forcing my eyes shut. ''Hey, kid, either give me the flash drive or get thrown out!'' the voice of the man holding me by my collar hollered in my face, shaking me back and forth as I danced with death, either choosing to be thrown on the pavement going 60 miles an hour or have my luck tested with the river whipping past us under this bridge.
I had no idea one little flash drive could cause my day to be the most interesting one since I was born.
''L-Let me go!'' I struggled to get this guy to let me go as the smell of his breath would have been enough to send me over if I didn't care to try and explain myself. This guy had a iron grip, and I was not going to be hung like a limp noodle if he decided to choke me.
This was going by too fast, but I'm sure there's a chance to explain.
''Who told you to get involved in the mob, you putz?!'' the man yelled at me, the sound of screaming and fighting going on in the back of the bus as more men, like this one, all dressed up in black and with ski masks as they waved around guns and dealt with any unruly passengers who tried to fight back. ''These people and anybody who even looks like you gotta go now! And it's because of you!''
''Seemed like a good idea!'' I yelled back, our conflict going past longer than what I would have deemed ok. I mean, there was money in it, and all I had to do was distract a lady and now here I am, with my fate decided by if I have a flash drive or not. . .my life was never a step above normal if I had a say in it. "What say you on just ending it? I don't have the dang thing anymore!'' I spit in his face, only for that to bite me in the butt as I was punched in the face, a sharp, stinging pain following as I hacked and tried to calm myself.
''Whaddya mean, you don't have it?!'' the man asked, resorting to pulling out his handgun and aiming it at me. The screaming of the few passengers who weren't either knocked out unnerved me as I scrambled to think of something to do while I tried to distract myself from the pain.
''Cause-'' I showed him my free hand, the small black USB catching his attention as I threw it back, the fate of where it landed unknown to me. ''It's out of my hands to control, so you might as well cut your losses while you still can,'' I resigned to my fate. Though innocent people will be hurt and made examples of, I just did not have the capacity to care, as I didn't for myself.
''You bastard!'' the male yelled, cocking his gun and aiming it at my stomach, feeling the barrel press against my stomach. I was sweating, I never was this close to a gun before, and knowing that did scare me as my actions led to me being at this point, and it made a hole in my soul. ''You're dead!''
Huh, not even a minute to absorb all of what is happening, but I guess with time and patience, I can understand, so I could help others to. I woke up expecting something around this general setting to happen, and when it finally got here, I couldn't be surprised really.
I only hope that whatever comes my way from this point on can start to explain what went so wrong, because I have no idea at all.
By the second, the guy holding me looked to turning redder and redder as he groaned and made his mind up on what to do.
BANG!
''. . . .W-What did you do?'' I felt the force push me back a tad, though I was still standing. At first, I just felt a push and a small amount of heat, followed by a burning sensation accompanied by the feeling of a knife in my stomach. I looked to see a hole in my hoodie, the next thing I was able to register before I could scream was the bus getting closer to the edge of the bridge as I was picked up by my waist and thrown out of the bus, my body weightless for a moment.
I was tossed in the river. . .left for dead, no doubt.
The last thing I was able to see besides the bus pushing on past me was the slight flicker of sunshine before the water consumed me, and I hit the water hard.
''MMMMPH!'' I waved my arms and legs around, having to stop when I tried to turn because of the hole in my stomach. I wanted to scream, but that would make things worse, on top of the fact I never learned to swim, so I was sure to be sleeping with the fishes in a few.
Nothing I did would change this.
Unless I just let myself. . .go. That would speed things along a lot better.
Darkness, all I could see was darkness. The weight of the water pressed against my chest, making it harder to keep my breath. On one side, I could tough it out, or just let it go to to make the end come quicker.
Well, nothing lost, nothing gained. I guess.
I opened my mouth, water immediately flooding in. I fought the invasion of fluid by trying to instinctively close my mouth, but it didn't work. If anything, I just made it worse for myself as my vision began to blur and I shook back and forth frantically.
I would have thought about the people in my life who I've done wrong, the mistakes I've made, the heartache and disappointment, the. . .lack of things I've done in my life to be considered good.
I was never going to get out this, or make things right, that much. . .
I knew.
And then, all sound and feeling disappeared.
For the longest time, everything was quiet, and cold. I was exhausted, I felt like crap, and. . .
Wait. I should be dead. Why is it cold, and w-why can I see light? I suddenly opened my eyes to see myself in the water still, but something felt off. The water was moving back and forth, and I brushed up against something rough and scaly. A fish?
"MMMPH!'' I felt the pain of the bullet still, even after all of that, and I screamed, though none of the water made me choke and struggle.
I was above water. . .and apparently in a cave of sorts. I carefully drifted to the edge where I could grab onto and pulled myself out of the water, looking to see how things were different.
And not of Earth seeing as I fell down, and somehow ended up in a cave. Looking around, the ground was littered with what looked like flowers that were glowing white, mushrooms and a dirt path that moved up and led to light. A way out.
But something felt off, and I meant besides the fact that I was still alive, and somewhere else, it was hard to explain, It was kinda like a presence, within myself, maybe?
No, that's stupid.
At any rate, I had to get out of here, and make some sense of this, however small. I checked my bullet wound, how I have not bled out or gone into shock is beyond me, but I should find something to help stop it.
''Huh?'' I said aloud, feeling for where I got shot, only to find that it was no longer there, but healed with a faint discoloration of my skin right where the hole formed. Was this water. . .magic? This is. . .this is. . .this. . .is. . .
This is so stupid.
''Can you even hallucinate yourself getting shot or getting thrown off of a bus?'' I wondered to myself as I walked up to where the light is, although slow and observing all of what I could. There has got to be something that can explain this preferably with science and reason. ''For all I know, this could a bad experience with some bad food, and I know that I'm lying to myself, but I need something to cling to,'' I came up to see a dense grove of trees of and blue flowers surrounding me as the heat could be felt through the small pockets.
This could be a park for all I know.
How wrong was I.
''Come on, guys, do we really have to seal up the mirror pond?'' a small pink horse whined, bouncing up and down as she was followed by 5 others of different colors and with different features.
''Yes, Pinkie,'' everyone besides this Pinkie said.
Hmm, I'm not quite sure how to feel about this, but one thing I can say is that-
''Uh. guys, what is that?'' out of the group, a blue Pegasus pointed right at me as the rest of them looked at me with interest.
''Uh. . .'' they collectively said.
''Uh. . .'' I said, letting loose a nervous chuckle. ''Hey there,''