~ Chapter 63 No. ~

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I'm still alive.

But in a terrible state.

And that song is still playing, but it's kinda faded...

I somehow managed to fight off two waves unit I was accidentally knocked back into the camp's border.

Let me define how un fine and dandy I am.
My heartbeat is slow, yet I can feel it rocking my body.
I've lost at least a quarter of my blood.
I've been bitten multiple times and I've gotten four stabs from those bitch snake ladies.
I can't breathe probably. My lungs and other organs have been punctured.

Did they do the same thing to those other campers? I thought their intent was to capture... Is this what they might have done to Arthur?
I can't even bear the thought.
I guess I'm an exception.
'BRING ME ALL THOSE GOD SPAWN BASTARDS, BUT AS FOR THIS KID OF A DICK, KILL HER!"

They've failed. Well for now. They've given me a tortuous death.
And now I lie here, covered in mud, blood, and dust.

But where did those beasts come from? I bet there was a giant on its way.

Suddenly, something roars a few metres in front of me and shakes the ground. A few branches crash on top of me.

A bloody tear rolls down my cheek.
OH FUCK IT HURTS SO MUCH THAT I CAN'T EVEN FEEL IT PROPERLY

It's basically like being torn to pieces then dumped in lemonade.
Yeah.

My vision starts blurring and I know that once I close my eyes, it's over for me.
Right then, panic explodes.

I CAN NOT DIE. NOT NOW. NO ONE WOULD EVEN KNOW! ALL MY FRIENDS WOULD BE SICK WITH WORRY, AND I KNOW THEY CARE ABOUT ME. IT'S ABSOLUTE BULL. SOMEONE ALWAYS CARES ABOUT YOU AND I HATE THOSE DICKS WHO ARE ALL LIKE 'I have nothing to live for, no one will even care about my death, boo hoo hoo.' WELL SHUT UP BITCH.  THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE.
THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE KILLING THEMSELVES WHILE DYING PEOPLE WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO HAVE THEIR LIFE. THEY HAVE A CHOICE TO LIVE WHILE THOSE MURDERED ONES DON'T. THEY'RE INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO DESERVE TO LIVE WHILE ASSHOLES RIGHT THERE ARE JUDGING THEIR OWN LIVES AND TAKING IT. IT'S NOT FAIR!

I suddenly sob.

I had so much to do... sure I'm not the happiest of people, and sure my once true fictional love wants to kill me, but... who cares? People never last. But feelings and memories do. But death can never kill love. No one is ever emotionally alone. People just have to see that.

But... I don't even have any parents. No lover. Sibling- I haven't been claimed yet.
But I don't blame anyone.

My story ends here.

My vision is filled with a hazy golden glow.
All the pain disappears.
And I close my eyes.

It's not fair.

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