The sun blares intensely on my acne filled face, torturing me with its unyielding heat as I make my way to the store. I only walked a couple of minutes, and yet I was already feeling like I was melting like a Popsicle. Popsicles did seem like a good thing to have right about now...

My clothes, which I haven't changed in 2 days were sticking to my skin, no, thanks to my sweat. 'Why are humans built to sweat?' I silently complained in my heart as I crossed the busy streets. It was quite annoying, tooo much for my introverted heart to handle. I could hear people's conversations on their phones, children crying (probably because their mom told them 'no'), and even their breathing!

At that very moment, I felt the urge to just drop dead right then and there. However, I think the world took the feeling literally because at that moment I heard honking. The side of my body collided with metal, I flew back and landed back harshly on the streets, and it hurt like hell. Everything was a blur, my ears were ringing, and the last thing I saw were the two colors: 'Red' and 'Blue' before everything went black.

...

I couldn't move. Even if I wanted to I just couldn't. It was quiet. Space type quiet. Like a vacuum made sure to remove every ounce of noise, and

everything that made life...well, life.

'So this is how death is like, huh?' I thought, 'Basically an eternal slumber? I can vibe with that…'

Though, despite my obvious acceptance towards death, god apparently said 'no' and not even a few minutes later I started to hear one of the noises I hated most: People. Although it was choppy, I could clearly make out human voices.

"I-….an…"

"...an...?"

"A...ak-!"

Suddenly, I felt like I had a body again... I could move... I had strength when I scientifically shouldn't after that brutal hit. I remembered the speed of the truck, it was like it was traveling at the same speed as light because I barely saw it coming. Almost like it was deliberately placed there…?

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, and instantly regretted it. My eyes strained from all the bright colors, mostly yellow. I hated yellow. It's a way too positive color for my liking.

"He's awake! Thank goodness!" A female voice cried loudly. It was a woman's voice, though a bit high-pitched I could guess she was about...30? In her thirties? I didn't know exactly, but I knew it was near those numbers.

I tried to sit up, but my body ached and slightly shivered for some reason, so I eventually just gave up. The bed I was laying on felt soft anyway.

"No, no, don't get up yet, dear! You're still recovering, don't you remember? Don't stress your body out." The woman said worriedly. Her care felt like a mother caring about her son. And that made it even more weird. I didn't have a mother... I mean, I did, but she left when I was 5. I don't even remember her face anymore...

"He isn't saying anything... Is he okay?" A man's voice said. The new voice startled me. He sounded about the same age as the woman. Though, I didn't bother to think further about the sounds of peoples voices. I wanted to get up! I needed to see where I was because it for sure wasn't the hospital, and it sure as hell wasn't my old ass dorm apartment either.

I forced myself up despite the two strangers constant warnings and worried pleas. The softness of the bed left my back and welcomed the cold air to hit my skin, and I couldn't help but groan internally. My bones were shaking, and not in a healthy way. They were shaking like it bathed in a tub of ice cubes out in the winter. It was almost as torturing as the deadly laser of the sun I had walked under right before my death.

"Jesus..." I muttered under my breath, my hand supporting my back as I finally managed to sit up.