Pretty Sure I Was Dead : Flash Fiction

I was sure that I was dead. The car hit me pretty hard and it didn’t stop. Everyone seems to be ignoring me, despite the fact that my face was covered in blood and I was missing a tooth or two. “Perhaps they just think I’m weird,” I said to myself but after about 20 people paid no attention to me, I finally concluded that the crash killed me and that I’m a restless ghost with some kind of an unfinished business. But, I don’t care about that, because finally, I’m dead after trying and wishing for so long. My number one priority was to jump off a building, simply because I find it thrilling to do so. It wasn’t until I heard the screams that I realised I survived the crash. I never died.

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