You know, reading all those fantasy novels and comics really isn't good for you. Because here I am, lying on my deathbed, thinking about the "what ifs" that come after.
Will I drift into complete darkness? Will it feel like falling asleep—like I never truly existed? Or… will there be more to my story?
Haha, who am I kidding? I'm no main character. I lived this life for 19 years, yet I've always been the side character to my story, just walking along to the tune of others. A person with no motivation, no will, no originality. That's me in a nutshell. It's pathetic, isn't it?
Well, let me give you a short summary of who I am.
My name is Clayton Mathews, born and raised on the small island of Jamaica. I've been a fantasy enthusiast since I was a child—cartoons probably lit that spark.I drifted through life aimlessly. And now here I am at 19, about to die from… Truck-kun.
Yeah, that's right. I thought that bastard only operated in Japan. Maybe he decided to expand his business internationally. Island to island, huh?
"Somebody help him nuh!"
"Pick him up and carry him a the hospital!"
Their voices echo faintly in my ears. These idiots… can't you all see I'm already dead? Why not help me when I actually had some life left?
Not that lying here is all bad. The future always scared me anyway—finding the right one, job, school, career… all of that terrified me. Maybe, in death, I'll finally find peace. No matter what it is, anything's better than the suffocating uncertainty I lived with.
That was the final thought on my mind as I took my last breath.
But you know, like all good stories… mine is only just beginning.