Johan Adler 2

 My name is Johan Adler. I am 18 years old and in my final year of high school. I have an average life, with loving parents, a cute younger sister, four close friends, and a crush on someone. Life is peaceful. Today was a bad day if that's what we call it. But it wasn't really that bad, I would say it was an experience. You can't expect good to happen every time. Where there is light, there is darkness. What if I married my crush, and had a beautiful daughter, a dog? It's confirmed that we will all die, including my dog, my wife….my daughter. They could all die before me and cause me a great amount of sadness, Making my life worse than death. But does that mean I should never start a family? I never love someone? No, I don't think so. 

Her name is Sophie, I had a crush on her since third grade. It is the final year, My last chance to say it. Yes, I did it, I proposed to her. But she said she had a boyfriend. I personally don't mind getting rejected like this, It's her choice in the end, I can't really force her. As long as I knew she didn't have a boyfriend, So I think, to not hurt my feelings she said that. But now it only stings more. Why do people lie? Why do they play pretend? 

I walked out of the school, and got on the footpath beside it, walking back home. Haa, At least Dr. Stone's new season is coming out. What the fuck, I looked at the group of people crossing the road. They were crossing the road as they owned it, thankfully cars were slow and looking out for those idiots. Ah, I recognize them. It was Sophie and her 'boyfriend', with some of their friends. Are they high? It looks like it. Maybe, I should help them, It's not like they're all strangers. I have known them for almost nine years. 

"Hey!" I yelled and waved at them, they were crossing the road, and hearing my shout they looked towards me. I started walking towards them, carefully crossing the road. "It's you, I already said No, stop stalking me, Or I will call the cops." 

"No, I was just…." Before I could say anything her 'boyfriend' jabbed at my face. It caught me off guard, The punch immediately knocked me to the ground. 'Boyfriend' started grinning, like he was proud of something. "Never get near my sister again, you bastard. I will kill you." I don't know why, I felt a great amount of relief like a mountain was lifted off my chest. Ahh, but my new shirt is covered with dirt. I tried to get up saying "Look buddy, you all are troubling everyone, I am just trying to help. And why would you even get high in public?" I was almost on my knees, but then I heard Sophie yelling.

"Look out Johan" she yelled in a panicked state. Her brother instantly rushed towards me. A semi-truck was rushing at me, at like 100m/hr. Why was her brother trying to save me? That motherfucker was the one who caused it all. Why the fuck I am thinking about that now. "What're you doing? Get up!" He yelled. Ahh, It feels numb, My heart is aching. I wanna itch it so bad. What am I even saying? It looks like I pushed that idiot away….and that freaking truck hit me. My mind is going blank. Ha look at them, They look so worried. I tried to raise my hand, to stop their loud yelling, but my hand didn't get up. I am dying….I feel regret, I want to talk to my father. I always acted cold toward him. I should've treated him better. My mother….I hope she copes with my death. Frieda...she will be sad, I didn't get her the strawberry donuts she wanted. I hope…I really hope Mom can help her, I don't want her to suffer because of me.

I closed my eyes, for them to never open again. 

But, They opened…again. I felt the cold floor on my cheek. I realized I was lying on the ground. My strength was completely gone, I felt like a stone. When I tried to move my hand, only my fingers twitched. I could still smell and hear even though I couldn't see where I was. Immediately The strong smell of gas overcame all my senses, I was suffocating due to lack of fresh air. 

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. 

It hurts so bad. I felt something sharp inside my stomach. Like there were millions of small Sharp swords stuck inside out of my whole body. When I tried to breathe, I felt sharpness inside my lungs, like they were punctured with a bunch of spears. My body contorted in pain, My eyes bled. My feet felt like they had been twisted hundreds of times, and then crucified with a sword so they wouldn't twist back. Every beat of my heart felt like my body was expanding, exploding, reconstructing itself back, and then exploding again. I tried not to breathe, It was so painful last time. But my body uncontrollably took air. AHHH I screamed in extreme pain. My hand moved due to intense pain and had hit somewhere hard. 

Thud! A vase of some kind hit my forehead. Glass got all over my face and eyes. After feeling for my body to check if it was crushed by that truck or not, and getting used to the extreme pain, I tried opening my eyes. To see where I was. It was definitely not a hospital. Or did Sophie lock me up in a dungeon? That sounds hot for some reason. Ahh, it's not the time for these stupid thoughts. Focus. I clenched my jaw, pushing the thought aside. My attention snapped back to the searing pain in my eyes—I could feel sharp glass shards lodged in my pupils, shifting painfully with every movement of my pupils... As I opened my eyes I started crying. Due to intense bleeding from my eyes, I couldn't cry, It felt extremely painful, with my tears falling, every shard inside my eyes moved, making me cry more, and the pain kept repeating itself over and over again.

It felt like forever, I couldn't make any sound but I wanted to scream, scream for help. Please make this go away. As I was saying this over and over, my stomach and lungs felt extremely heavy like the weight could crush me to a paste. I tasted something weird, like slimy, salty, and bitter liquid. It came out of my mouth like a fountain, covering my whole body. I kept puking that slimy goo till I was drowning in it. It was extremely sticky, I tried moving my hand but it just slipped on that thing. It smelled watery, like moss or curd that was left out in summer for a hundred days. I puked from that sensation. My body felt empty, but light, pain was slowly lessening. I slowly got up to my knees. My tears, snot, and puking still couldn't be stopped. My head felt heavy. 

I tried getting up to make out where I was, Just as I took two steps I again felt extremely tired and fell to my knees immediately, but I prevented falling face-first on the wooden floor with my hands.

Just as I was catching my breath, I heard rushing footsteps. My heartbeat quickened. I tried saying 'Please help me' to ask for help, but all that came out was a squeaking inaudible noise. My muscles tensed visibly. No, I shouldn't lose hope, I think they will try to help me. My eyes brightened with the thought of finally escaping, Yes I should hope for the best.

To be continued.......

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