please be quiet

unused 1.4

i really hope the danganronpa fandom never dies down... what would i do then.
also, I was really debating if this part is relevant to the story... very random
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Nagito woke up on a silent Saturday morning, it was silent, no one had woken him up. Did something happen?  Nagito questioned himself and he looked around for his phone, "Did i fall asleep with my phone..." He patted his bed and found his phone on the floor.

He picked it up and saw no scratches, and he smiled. his prized possession was safe. He opened his phone and surprisingly had a ton of messages. They were from his friends asking where he was on a school day.

"wait, its not Saturday. Why didn't mom wake me up, where is mom? She would always wake me up if i didnt." Nagito weakly got ready in his uniform as he packed his laptop, book, and his pencil case. Picked up his bag, looked at the time. It read 10:54, "Shit, i missed first block and now its second block."

[TRIGGER WARNING]

Nagito grabbed an apple hopped out of the apartment. As he got to the train station he thought to himself. Do i really need to be here?  Yawned as he waited a bit to close to the tracks, passed the yellow line. A couple of people thought it would be funny to push someone onto the tracks. One small tap for sleepy Nagito got him falling down. He banged his head on the tracks.

"Who in the fuck pushed me down onto the fucking tracks. That's really fucking dangerous, do you know just how many people die from this. And you think death is a fucking joke." Nagito put a hand onto his head as he stood up. He kind of just stood there until he noticed the situation he was in. (let's be honest, anyone would be mad getting pushed to the tracks. also, very random push.)

Hearing a honk as soon as he turned his head there it was, the train came fast but not to fast to dodge. But hitting his head made him dizzy and he just fell forward with his one leg on the track and a small part of his torso as the train drove onto the bones.

Nagito screamed, he screamed for his life to come back to him. His throat ached and ached. Tears and snot ran down his face. He cried and gasped for air. It became so hoarse that his screams were no longer heard. They were silent. His voice had stopped working properly.

Cracks, loud cracks and really really painful shocks went through his body as the train slowed down only meaning the pain would be slow as he went over. Nagito got his arm to his face and bit it, to surpass screaming, the tears fell and fell. He doesn't want to look down, he only knows that he'll cry worse and call out for his mother.

"I-i don-tt wa-...nt to LOOK!" He screamed the last part as another wheel went over. He was trembling, trembling. People suddenly rushed to see the high school boy on the tracks. Nagito doesn't blame it on the train driver, he blames his luck.

"mom, mom, mom! Where did you disappear with that dickhead!" Nagito sobbed out loud for everyone to listen to, people were calling the ambulance whilst others tried to comfort the boy. And when they finally looked at the damage some turned away because they couldn't handle it. 

The train was almost done slowing down but as soon as Nagito thought it was over another wheel went over. More screaming was heard, and confused passengers got off until they saw it. Covering their children's eyes, saying a small sorry that they cant help up.

Nagito looked up to the person closest and asked very faintly. "How much blood."

The person hesitates and tells him reassuringly. "Its recoverable. To be honest, Maybe 2 full buckets?"

That one answer completely broke Nagito down, he never got to tell his friends goodbye. The last sentence they got from him was nothing. It wasn't full of meaning.

Another shock of pain shoots through his body and he screams, loudly. Straining his voice more and more.

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Sirens are loud triggering Nagito to be annoyed, he hated noise. He hates noise. "just be quiet!" He weakly says as he just wants to close his eyes but everyone on the platform keep telling him to keep his eyes open. If Nagito was in a different situation he would've probably told them, "Are you in love with the color of my eyes?"

People are told to move away so the emergency sources can reach the young boy on the tracks. All Nagito feels is that his life is drifting away so he takes his time looking next to him at all of the rocks and plants. His face is wet, he doesn't even know if he can cry anymore. The fire department is here for removing the train so the ambulance crew and gently pull Nagito out. The police out to shut down the station.

All the others come rushing down with grace so they don't drop anything important to help the boy on the tracks. He still hasn't looked at the damage, it'd only make him yearn more for his mother to come and reassure him that he's okay.

They start working all together as a team, Nagitos whole leg is numb, his torso is a bit messed up but not to messed up. He starts to think about how these people work so well together yet they have different types of degrees that have different types of training. Must be hard to be grown-up Nagito comes up in a conclusion.

They gracefully rush so they can quickly get Nagito to the hospital. It all goes in a blink of an eye. The train is lifted up, the ambulance crew hop down and carefully get Nagito onto a stretcher and the other half lift him up once he is stretched onto the stretcher.

Nagito is just lying down, still hasn't looked at the damage, he takes his last chance to look at it. As soon as he sees the damage he regrets looking at it. It looks like a monster, his right leg is just crushed to the max, the blood soaking upwards at his clean uniform. To this point, he doesn't even think that his leg can even be healed.

"Please... make my leg normal." He pleads.

People outside of the station are confused and want to see what is going on. Its gained a lot of attention.

Haha, im so popular.

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hi! hope you enjoyed :)

See you guys in another book. Thanks for over 2k reads :0

(and i have no idea how emergency response works.)