He sat up with a grunt, glancing at the alarm clock. 7:15. A Monday.Unwillingly, he dragged himself off the bed and prepared himself for another brutal, painfully boring day of his life. 

  After a simple breakfast, he left for school. It was a cloudy day, the sky dark as if it was already 5 o'clock in the evening. 

  After some walking, he arrived at the bus stop. He waited for the 7.30 bus. He was two minutes early today, despite having overslept a little. 

  He stood there, staring at the road blankly, looking at the cars that passed by. It didn't take long for the bus to arrive. He boarded the bus and put on his headphones.

  He arrived at school ten minutes earlier than usual, waiting for lesson to start. This is basically every day of his life, trying to cram countless math equations and identities into his mind, or nodding off in history lessons.

  Todays's school was no different, other than that the chemistry teacher asked him a question he didn't know, and was forced to stand for the rest of the lesson. Before he knew it, he was already on his way home, trying to recall what the teachers taught at school.

  He was trying to recite the chemical formula for hydrochloric acid when he heard the deafening noise. The car horn was so loud that he couldn't hear himself think. Scowling, he quickened his pace, trying to escape from the ear-splitting noice. Suddenly, the loud noise was replaced by a piecing noice, just like that of a skidding tyre. He looked to his left sharply, only to see a dark blur speeding towards him. He froze in his tracks. Less than a second later, it slammed into his side. He fell onto the ground. Just as he was coming back to his senses, he was covered by darkness and felt a great weight on his hips.

"Crunch"

  He heard the sound of something being breaking into two. At almost the exact moment,  he felt an excruciating pain burn through his body. He let out a hoarse cry, tears watering his eyes. The flames seared through his veins and tore through his nerves. He banged his head onto the ground and bit his lips. The metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils. Above him was the bottom of a car. He used every ounce of strength he could muster from his broken body to crawl away from it. 

  People formed a lose circle around him, some holding out their phones or whispering to one another. He tried to stand up, but his legs gave way, leaving him falling face first onto the ground.

  He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to shut out the pain, but it didn't do much good. The pain came in waves, each one stronger than another. Gradually, everything faded away, leaving his world with darkness and pain. At some point, the pain started to fade away. He could hear his own heavy breathing, and the sound of police sirens? It seemed far away though, and he was too tired to care. He let out one last breath and faded into unconsciousness.

 The alarm clock went off. 7:20. Monday. He opened his eyelids. Dazed for a moment, he looked around. He was in his own bedroom. Frowning, he went to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich, feeling that he had forgotten something important.

  He had a dream, he remembered. It had something to do with a car, and him dying, didn't it. It doesn't matter, he thought, the dream's already fading away anyways. 

 School was as boring as usual, if not even worse. The chemistry teacher asked him a question, but this time, he managed to answer it correctly.

  He walked home, just as he has been doing every school day for the past five years. He was crossing the road when something crossed his mind. This was exactly where the dream had happened! Then, the sound of screeching tyres reached his ears. His head snapped towards the left. He caught a glimpse of the truck. It was a medium truck, the kind used to deliver goods. 

  Once again, the truck slammed into his body, sending him flying towards the opposite lane. His brain barely had time to process the pain when another car ran over him.

  He woke up gasping, sweat covering his back. He looked straight at the alarm clock. It was 7:13, still a Monday. He had had that dream again. No, it wasn't a dream. It had been real. He had already died twice.

  Fear swept over his whole body. He could feel his heart slamming against his chest. "What the hell is this! Re:Zero?" He yelled to no one in particular. The house was empty, as it always have been. His mother was working in a foreign country, while his father left home early. He forced himself to calm down. Taking a deep breath, he tried to piece together what he knew. 

  First, whenever he died, he returned to his room in the morning on the same day without injuries. Then, it was probably a lorry that killed him. Although he wasn't that sure, he had a feeling that the same lorry had killed him in both of his life's. Thirdly-- well, there's nothing more. That's all he knew for now.

  He thought of what he could do. He could try telling other people about this, but would you believe it if someone told you that he was stuck in this never ending cycle, having to die every day? No. Never. He was on his own this time. After some thinking, he made up his mind. He would probably take another route home.

  With that in his mind, he set off to school.

  School passed as slowly as possible. The lessons dragged on and on, and the monotonous teaching didn't do much good to ease his nervousness. 

  Finally, the bell rang. He walked towards the train station. It took slightly longer than taking the bus, so he seldom went this way. He looked about, taking in the new scenery. He didn't need to cross any roads this way, so it should be fairly safer. At least, that's what he thought.

  After a while, he spotted the same lorry speeding on the road. Well, he was safe, wasn't he? He was walking on the pedestrian road. Just as he was going to let out a sigh of relief, the lorry lost control and swerved towards him, tearing through the fence like a paper net.

  He woke up on his bed again.

  The cycle repeated itself: waking up, going to school, dying on the way back home, and waking up again. He had tried everything to prevent his death, but it was to no avail. Once, he tried to stay at home, but his father returned home at lunch, and pretty much forced him to go back to school. Nothing changed, other than the fact that he had a two hour detention for trying to skip school.

  He was tired of this, fed up with this joke had had made of him. Every day, he had to bear the pain of having a car slamming into his body. Sure, he couldn't really die, but like every one of us, he's still scared of death. 

  However, one day, on his way to school, he spotted this strange man. He was wearing a black suit, staring at him from the cafe beside the bus stop. He had a knowing smile plastered on his face, as if he knew that he had already lived this day for countless times. He tried to ignore him, but his brain told him that something about him didn't belong.

  The man was there every day onwards, enjoying a coffee at the same spot. Finally, on the fifth day, he approached the man. Before he could say anything, the man opened his mouth and said, "Ah, this is the fifth day I have seen you, isn't it? Or should I say the fifth time on the same day?" Thoughts collided in his brain. This man must know everything, he might even be the start of all this. "Who are you, and how do you know all this?" The man smiled, "Well, you see, there are lots of people like us in this world, trapped in the same day we died and forced to re-live it every day. You could say that our souls became trapped in this time forever when we died. You're one of us." Although he didn't really trust the man, he was probably the only one who could help him. 

"What does that mean? Am I forced to live through this forever?" 

"There haven't been anyone who have ever been able to escape from the cycle. So, we have formed a group, making it possible for us to live normal lives" 

"Living abnormal life? How's that even possible? You do know that I have to die like, every day, don't you?"

"How's that not possible? In a way, we're immortals. Although our lives will come to an end every day, we'll be reborn on the next. Besides, we also get a perk: even if you screw up, everything would be back to normal on the next day."

  "What do you say, pal? Join us and enjoy the rest of your life" The man held out a hand.He was silent for a moment. For the whole time, he had been trying to change his fate, failing one time after another. Now that he thought about it, it didn't seem too bad either. Instead of fighting against destiny, it was time for him to embrace it. He took a deep breath and shook the man's hand.

-End-

Author's note:

Hey guys! This is my first time writing a story, hope you enjoyed it! ;) Sorry for any bad English, as it is only my second language. Feel free to leave a comment on how I did!