The streets were jammed with people. They're of all ages. From old to young teenagers. They were cheerfully communicating with one other. The schoolboys are flirting with one of their girl companions. The middle-aged man's cheeky laugh made the atmosphere vivid. On the other hand, I who was expressionless stand out in this crowd. So, I strived to hide my face as much as I possibly could. After all, I wore a hoodie so that nobody could spot me.
In the midst of those people, anyone could identify me by my unpleasant face.
I don't like this life anymore. I'm sick of this system. First, I assumed that it would give massive power but what it did was only pain and pain. Nothing good came from it.
Should I commit suicide? A sudden thought came to my unpolluted mind.
Should I? That would solve the problem, right? If I die then I died without murdering nobody. That would be better than getting shot dead after mass murdering.
But by which way should I commit suicide. I have a lot of options. Let's try the easy way first.
"Getting hit by a speedy car" that's the easiest one. I don't even have to worry about the surroundings. Moreover, it's eco-friendly! For example, if I jump out from a bridge that would cause water pollution because of my dead body being digested into water.
Though I think jumping in front of a car is the quick way to die, There are also some drawbacks. There is a high chance of surviving if the person in charge of my death would be a good person. That good person might take me to a hospital. On the contrary, A rascal might leave me in the streets even if my breathing will continue although that is the person I need. Why would you help a stranger who jumps in front of your car?
If I were someone lucky like them, I would definitely say, "Who the hell is that man? I don't know him so I'm gonna pretend I never saw him thus I'm safe."
As I introverted boy who was never good at socializing, my thinking capacity was extraordinary. If I run a survey, most of my life was spent thinking about baseless stuff.
Without knowing I reached my destination for committing suicide. It was nothing fancy just a big highway road. Once in a while a car or two passes by at full speed, making a slightly loud sound and that made me a little enthusiastic.
No matter what today is my last day on earth. That kind of mindset was floating in my dumb brain. I took a deep sigh taking a lot more oxygen than normal.
"Good bye fu*king world" as I uttered that sentence I forwarded my numb and shivering leg, A bright light was coming from the darkness of the road. That light was getting larger and larger, giving me a sign that I was about to die.
*Ugh, you're so immature. I guess that's okay as you're only seventeen. But can you stop it it's never gonn-"
Even when I was about to die that old dude has to interfere. I completely ignored his words and concentrated on my suicide. I closed my eyes to not see such horrible sights. I heard that when someone is hit by a car, their organs spilled out due to the impact. That's Gross. Though I don't know that's true or not. Guess today I'll know for sure.
So, I get a vivid light that was about to fulfill my eyes to the fullest. When happened next was totally unbelievable. I was standing in the mid of the road as I was supposed to be. I was quite happy that I don't have to suffer from that unbearable pain anymore. But then again, I caught a crashing sound especially close to me. I also felt a nice impact not that hard. As my eyes were closed I couldn't see that's happening.
So, dying was this easy. I thought in a happy manner. Because I was constantly suffering from terrible pain day after day that I believe that dying must be more exaggerating.
About ten seconds passed nothing is happening, Did I reach heaven this quickly? I assumed and began opening my eyes slowly and gently.
"Eh-h" My reaction was out of place. The car that was my grim ripper was fallen right beside me but a little distant. It was smashed to a weird-looking shape that I didn't know what to call.
"What did I do this time? Will you please kindly explain to me?" I asked that old fart though I didn't want to ask him as I don't have any choice left.
"Why would I? you never listen to me." He said arrogantly.
"Okay, sorry now please tell me about this."
*What happen was the car hit you with its massive strength but I did tell you that psychopaths have superhuman power. As one of them, you also have similar power. Though you haven't level up, you still got pretty much of power there.*
"So, I wouldn't get hurt from getting hit by a car or so?" I asked curiously.
*No, you would assuredly get hurt from that. Just look at your arm. Although the self-regeneration would heal it swiftly.*
I glazed at my right arm, I can clearly see the blood vessels. It was most likely my skin was torn apart. Though there was blood flowing out from it but at the same, it was being held like magic. Suddenly it started to heal while emitting steam. But it wasn't healing at a great pace.
"So, the time of healing differs from level."
*Certainly, it defers from levels. Most cases leveling up fasts the process.*
I looked at my environs, a grudgeful hear came to my ears.
"What was that just now?" I moved my head left and right simultaneously and then I found out that a person was brown hair was making that sound from his seat. I swiftly moved next to the car, touched under his noise to assure that he's alive. I was in grave danger if he died. Then I have to take him to the hospital but that would cause me more problems. How would I explain to the doctors he was injured? In the end, I took out his cell phone and rang a number of a nearby hospital. Then I left that place in a hurry as I was not wanted to get more involved.