It was a beautiful day for the world with the citizens going about their everyday lives, enjoying the pleasures that the world could offer but if you look closely in a certain country, at a certain small house you can see a very overweight average unkept man that looks to be in his mid 50s sitting on the living room couch with the jujitsu kaisen anime playing on a big flat screen tv on the wall with chip bags and soda cans messily laid on the living room table and floor.
(Sam's POV)
"NO, WHY DID GOJO HAVE TO DIE." I said screaming at the top of my lungs in rage and threw some cheetos at the tv while putting another handful of them into my mouth and chewed with a pissed face.
I sighed and grabbed the tv remote that was next to me and turned off the tv and scooted on the couch a little and grabbed the walker that was also by me and took a deep breath and forced myself to get up while wheezing for air and using the walker as support and started slowly heading to the kitchen while breathing hardly and the fat on my overweight body jiggling from each step I took with the walker.
"FUCK, HOW DID I LET MYSELF END UP LIKE THIS" I thought screaming internally.
I arrived at the kitchen an opened the refrigerator while still holding on to the walker for support and seen it was empty and gritted my teeth in rage and slammed the refrigerator shut.
*BAM*
I sighed while still wheezing hardly and sweat forming on my forehead from just standing up alone and started slowly making my way towards my bedroom with the fat on my body jiggling.
I slowly walked into my bedroom and made my way towards my electric chair that was charging and as I arrived at it I started slowly sitting down in it with the support of my walker and as I sat down in it my ass hung off both sides of the armrest part of the chair.
"Finally." I said with a sigh of relief and turned on my bariatric electric wheelchair and rolled towards the nightstand next to my bed to grab my wallet so I can head to the store to get some groceries.
I grabbed my wallet and rolled out of my room while reminiscing about how my life got to this point.
My name is sam henderson a 55 year old average looking overweight otaku that dose nothing but eat, shit and watch anime and read manga, fanfiction and novels all day with no dreams at all and one might say that I should at least have wanted to become something in life but truthfully I've never aspired to be anything and the reason I am telling you all this is because my life wasn't always like this I use to be something or rather someone I was a respected commander in the military but due to a hip injury while on active duty I was discharged which broke my spirit for the future since I considered the military my home because it gave me meaning in life and to have something to protect since I grew up in a orphanage with no one that truly loved me as their own in my life because my parents abandoned me at birth and fled the country which resulted in me becoming a shut in and me becoming over 700 pounds, hell I can't even fit through my own damn door and had to get my home remodeled to suite me better.
I sighed and started rolling down the street with occasional stares from pedestrians with some laughing here and there and others whispering about my weight and calling me a big back with pity and thought calmly "Run along fuckers, not like you know how my life has been everyone has a story to tell it's just my turn to tell mines now"
I rolled into the grocery store, only to immediately stop from noticing that it was unusually very quiet and immediately turned my bariatric electric wheelchair around and started rolling away.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
*CRASH*
"FUCK." I said loudly with panick and sweat dripping down my face, hearing gunshots sounds from behind me and started rolling the fastet I could faster on the crosswalk.
*BEEEEEEEEEP*
"GET OUT OF THE WAY FATTY." Said a middle aged man's voice screaming at the top his lungs.
I slowly turned my head and seen a 18 wheeler heading straight towards me in slow motion and said with a pissed look on my face "Where the hell is truck kun"
*BOOOOM*
*SPLAT*
(Female journalist POV)
"Are we ready." Asked the female journalist, with the cameraman giving a thumbs up.
The female reporter adjusted her throat and put the microphone up to her mouth and said with a smile while looking at the camera "We are reporting live from from new york city and I would not say the street name due to certain reasons, a 18 wheeler collided with a 700 pound man resulting in it flipping in the air and landing on 20 cars and also killing 20 people in the process which resulted in the person the 18 wheeler collided with and crush who's name is sam henderson to suffer severe injuries and is currently hospitalized and receiving immediate treatment and the driver of the 18-wheeler who's name is william davidson, who was under the influence is also currently receiving immediate treatment having also received severe injuries from the accident and will also be held responsible after he recovers, now let us all pray for mr sam hendersons safe recovery and return to society.
Not knowing that I died as soon as I arrived at the hospital, which was immediately reported to the female journalist and her doing the best she could to put the man named william davidson who killed me in prison for life and she did succeed even costing her, her career.
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THE END…