1. Beginning at the End
I… I can’t breathe.
…so this is how I die.
You’d think I would be panicking… you know… with lacking the ability to breathe… but I can’t…
I literally don’t have the energy to do so…
As I lay on my bed dying I think these useless thoughts.
There was nothing wrong with me, at least I didn’t think there was. But clearly I’m no doctor. One moment I was sleeping, and then I woke up having trouble breathing. Granted I was tired after a bit of exercise, but that's it. That’s all it was supposed to be. Just a bit of casual exercise. It's supposed to be good for you.
…and now I’m dying…
Well, more specifically, I was up in a panic; breathing hard, with a mild fever, but only for a moment. Next I tried screaming, but yeah, nothing came out. Nothing but a wheeze, and then… nothing at all.
Thank the gods for small blessings I guess.
For if there is any consolation in any of this, whatever ‘this’ is, it was that I at least didn’t have the energy to panic. Lord knows, I should be. Rolling on the floor or something. So as far as painful ways to go, this is probably the least painful.
Probably.
In any event, painful or not, I’m not accepting it. Granted, my life isn’t the most distinguished. Weak, injured, unemployed, apparently sick and didn’t know it, and dying without friends, well unless you count your laptop your friends, which of course you wouldn’t, but-
Okay stop stop…
I’m hurting myself… somehow more…
Anyways… yeah… I’m a loser. I got no work, I got no friends, no lover, not much of anything, and all I got going for me is my family and even then, or rather especially then, I don’t want to let go.
I… I still need to… I need to…
I simply need.
I’m a burden. I know that. I’m a lot of things, but delusional is not one of them, but I still want, I want…
Someone… anyone… please save me…
I don’t want to die.
I can’t say those words. I have words to speak, but no air to speak them. I can only hope that whatever this is passes, and I wake up in a hospital bed fresh and resuscitated. But I need to make some noise.
My vision is getting blurry, and I don’t have the energy to get off the bed anymore. I fell asleep reading light novels, like usual, because go figure. I died as I live, a total weeb. But that said, I still reach anyway, towards my laptop, to flip it, get it off the corner of my bed, and clatter it to the ground, making some sound and hopefully attracting the attention of my parents asleep next door.
I opened it up, and…
“Ahhhn!” An erotic moan escapes the screen.
Crap it’s porn.
PUNCH!
I punch a hole through that screen, making a small plume of smoke for it.
Ah, I think my heart just gave out.
And those were my final thoughts as I embraced oblivion.
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“…pahail…”
“Zenith! Anipa bayhebu! La took!”
“AHHH!”
What’s with all the noise… can’t a man rest in- WAIT A MINUTE!
“Epabuhia! Tauwka seio kwa! Pahail za!”
“Ah…” someone makes a more relaxed noise as I raise my… hands?
“Ivin kav Zenith! Pahail za! Zevaiah bazalfben kifu zivaikah kwav!” A gibbering man says to me.
I did not think that would be my first sight, after waking up. I should be telling him off for waking me after I just had a heart attack… or something, but…
He is ridiculously tall… and I am ridiculously small…
I am…
“Evun on. Nora iv aihen kap,” says a blond beauty as I am placed upon her lap. Her very large lap, and… looking up at her… from my very small self…
AH! I see. I must be a bit delusional because of the loss of oxygen. Because…. there's no way that I’ve been reborn as a baby, right?
That was my final thought on the first day of my new life.