The spectator (JJK x reader)

The darkest day

You died. Not a new thing. But still shocking. Your death was ordinary, in a world where people die by extraordinary means. But was that ordinary for you? Not at all. You felt how you were frozen. You felt how even though you wanted to move, you still couldn't. Everything happened in slow motion for you, but you were still not able to move.

The feeling of the crushing impact of the truck over you. How you flew away from the force. The sound of your bones feeling an inexplicable amount of pain that would haunt you till your last breath, if not forever. But still it didn't end there. The truck continued moving.

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Nearer.

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And Nearer.

And in the end, your skull got crushed. Mercilessly. The sound of crunching came. Your ears hear their last sound in life. Your skin felt the last sensation of your life. Tears prickled your eyes. But your eyes didn't get a chance to shed them to your heart's content. Your throat constricted to shout to your heart's content, but not a whimper left your mouth. Your brain replayed the happiest memories of your life. Your parents. Your siblings. Your friends. Your dreams. Your last seven minutes, in which your brain tried to heal your body, but your soul? It already lost. So in the end, your brain lost too.

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You took your last breath before closing your eyes in finality. You watched how your breath made circles in the pool of blood surrounding you. How your breath moved the dirt particles around you, and how it settled in the pool of blood surrounding you.

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Yes, you died.

They say, 'Oh! It's the end.'

Not knowing, End is the starting.

Note- This story will have heavy implications on death, chaos, gore, and other dark themes. So, read it at your own risk. My first attempt at writing gore.