It was a beautiful day for the world at large. People moved through their routines with easy smiles, soaking in whatever joys life decided to offer them. But if you looked past the sunshine, past the cheerful noise, all the way into a particular country and a particular small, worn-down house…the picture changed.
There, slumped on a living room couch, sat a very overweight, unkempt woman in her mid-fifties. Jujutsu kaisen played loudly on the big flat-screen mounted to the wall, its colors flashing across her tired face. Chip bags and soda cans lay scattered across the table and floor like fallen soldiers of a long, greasy battle.
(Olivia's POV)
"NO. WHY DID GOJO HAVE TO DIE." I said screaming at the top of my lungs in anger while throwing some cheetos at the tv and putting another handful of them back into my mouth and chewed with a pissed look on my 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 from the couch while wheezing for air and using the walker as support and slowly started making my way towards the kitchen with heavy breathing. The fat on my overweight body jiggling from each step that took I took with the walker.
"FUCK, HOW DID I LET MYSELF END UP LIKE THIS" I thought with gritted teeth as I slowly arrived at the kitchen and opened the refrigerator while still holding onto the walker for support and seen it was empty inside of it and gritted my teeth in rage and slammed the refrigerator shut.
*BAM*
I sighed, wheezing even harder for air as sweat started to form on my forehead from just standing alone and started slowly making my way towards my bedroom with the fat on my calves jiggling, the floor creaking loudly from pressure that it was withstanding because of me.
I walked into my bedroom and slowly made my way towards my electric bariatric chair and as I arrived at it I slowly started 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, I'm not even going to laugh at this part since it's just sad in itself so don't even get me started on how I ended up this pathetic in the first place.
"Finally." I said with a loud sigh of relief while turning on my bariatric electric wheelchair and rolled towards the nightstand next to my bed to grab my wallet so that I could head to the store to get myself some groceries.
I grabbed my wallet and started rolling out of the room while reminiscing about how my life got to this point.
My name is olivia henderson a 55 year old average looking overweight otaku bitch that dose nothing but eat, shit, masterbate and watch anime and hentai, and read manga and hentai 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 you see, 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 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 had abandoned me at birth and fled the country which resulted in me becoming a shut in and over 700 pounds, hell I can't even fit through my own damn door frame and had to get my home remodeled to suite me better. Hell I was even luckier to pay my current home off with the benefits from the military before they cut my benefits for some apparent reason that I still can't figure out why to this day and I even went to court because of this but the judge ruled it as a waste of time and space so I never bothered on the issue anymore and basically just gave up on everything, even wanting to get married and start a family which eventually led to me questioning why I even bothered to buy this house in the first place.
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 because everyone has a story to tell and it just so happens to be my turn to tell mines now"
I rolled into the grocery store, only to instantly 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 from hearing gunshots sounds coming from behind me and started rolling the fastest I could across the crosswalk.
*BEEEEEEEEEP*
"GET OUT OF THE WAY FAT BITCH." Said a middle aged man screaming at the top his lungs from out of nowhere
I slowly turned my head and saw 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 at"
*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 will not say the street name due to certain reasons but a 18 wheeler collided with a 55 year old 700 pound handicap woman resulting in it flipping in the air and landing on and crushing 20 cars and killing 29 people in the process of doing so which resulted in the person the 18 wheeler collided with and crushed to death. her being is olivia henderson. She suffered severe fatal life threatening 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 ms olivia 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 that 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…