Random Short Story Thing written by Zael... (Edited by Landen).

I didn't even hear the truck before it hit me. I didn't feel it coming or have any sense of it whatsoever until those last two seconds. Two seconds. That's how long it took me to die. And even during those two seconds, beforehand, and possibly afterwards, I had more important things on my mind. I was focusing more on what was in front of me instead of the oncoming truck to my left.
But my story starts before that. It starts before the truck, before the death, before the knife, before the fist, before the kiss, before the guy. For this story both starts and ends with a death.