Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru [DISCONTINUED]

1: Fuck, Am I Screwed?

"Is that why you're falling?"

"What?"

You look down at your feet, suddenly aware of how the Earth beneath you was, well, no longer beneath you.

You scream as you start to fall to your certain death. But...why does it feel like you're falling towards the sky? You shut your mouth, a voice in the back of your head telling you not to breathe in the water. But you were still in the sky. What was happening?

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You wake up with a jolt shocking your body, your heart beating unnaturally fast for someone who was just sleeping.

You attempt to sit up, but that action was immediately dropped when pain stabbed your entire underside. You yelp in pain, what the hell...wait, are those trees? Ignoring how your body ached in protest of your stupid decision to sit up, your brain finally realized it's surroundings.

The forest looked mucky, the dirt was slightly damp, the smell of rain lingered in the air, and the air danced around you, making you aware of how cold you were.

You looked down at your attire, simple jean shorts, sneakers, and an over sized, black hoodie with a design of an astronaut vacuuming the stars. The astronaut was half way done cleaning the universe. You pulled the hoodie back to look down, you only had a thin, dark blue tank top underneath.

No wonder you were so cold, (you live in Arizona so it was always hotter than Satan's balls there. The rare days when it was cold, it was only chilly enough to wear a sweater, even then it got warm pretty quickly) you were dressed like you just walked home from school.

School! You were on your way home from school! How the fuck did you manage to get in the middle of the forest?

You looked around and saw your backpack not too far from you. You crawled over to the bag, pulling it close to you before sitting in a crossed leg position. You unzipped your bag to look inside. Your school laptop looked in decent condition, your notebooks were wet though because one of your water bottles had burst open.

Wait.

You touched the bottom of your bag, only then noticing the wet spots. You shouted in frustration as you pulled your phone from one of the smaller pockets; it was soaked.

"Ē to, sumimasen, misu. Daijōbudesuka?" A gentle voice spoke out suddenly. (Um, excuse me, miss. Are you okay?)

A/N: For whatever is being said in Japanese, it's going to be underlined. English will be left alone! I think it would be a bit funny that the reader has no idea what's being said and you're just yelling at the screen like "HE SAID TO RUN AWAY NOT TO GO AFTER HIM" or something like that.

"Ah!" You scream in surprise, your body jumping at the sudden voice.

You look up from your bag to see a boy-he looked to be your age-with dark red hair with a gnarly scar on his forehead.

"Jesus fucking Christ! You scared me!" You scolded.

You put your phone in your back pocket before closing your bag. You stood up and gave the boy (Why does he look so familiar?) a smile.

"Hey, sorry. But where am I? And what's your name?" You ask softly, putting on your backpack.

He only looks at you in confusion, "Uh, I...don't know what you're saying."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Do you seriously not speak English?"

He only smiles sadly and shakes his head, "I'm sorry, I don't understand you."