Phase I
Lionel I
What is this place? Such filthy wet areas I felt, I
loathe. These, stuffs, slimy stuffs, what are these? Great, I just realized I’m
in such a congested environment. So, what should I do now? Can I get out of
here? I really don’t know. I just hate this place, and I don’t know why, because
without this place there would be no me. I cannot escape without taking my own
life. I feel so restricted, but I really just hate this place.
Right in front of me is… Well, the colour black. I
hate black, as I really hate black so much I wish it would just vanquish. Why is
my whole world black? I really don’t like it, but I cannot do anything now, as
I cannot do anything. Nothing, as I am currently a useless being. I hate being
useless.
Emilia I
Great, now what should I do? I am in deep shit if
anyone knows about it. But what saddened me the most was the one who formerly
loved me and no longer currently. I hate him, he’s a bastard. He promised me life
but threw me to the ground, stomped me thrice and made my present a horror
fest. I really have no idea on what should I do, as my mind is a blank entity,
can no longer accept reality. I feel useless, and I hate being useless, because
uselessness only proves ineffectiveness in executing tasks. Nevertheless, I
have to go on.
I have to struggle my way out.
Well, it isn’t a coincidence that I became heavier
hmm?
Lionel II
I feel more stuffed than I ever did. I might burst any
second, but I know by doing so, it is not beneficial. I might die. But who
cares, my world seems slightly more colourful now, at least compared to before. It is, well,
reddish, which is much better than blackish, which I hate. But now I hate red,
because red is ugly, uglier than black. Well, I don’t care anyway.
At
least I feel a little more, liberated? I am unsure.
Emilia II
I
am in a serious state of dilemma right now, and no, I am never a joker no
matter how. I need to decide fast, as time waits for no man, or woman,
whatever. Shall I proceed with it? Or should I bear responsibility? I am never
a responsible person, and if you don’t like it, then back off!
Lionel III
What
is this? I could feel the wall in front of me without using my head, but I do
not know how I did it. I concentrated, and oh wow, I touched the wall again. It
feels… slimy? I really hate slimy stuffs, as I just hate them. And suddenly, I
feel my body being rubbed, but I don’t know what it is, other than that the
rubbing feeling had I feel somewhere else simultaneously. Weird, my brain could
not accept such complicated explanations yet, but this is too intriguing to be
ignored.
And
after untold time, I came to a conclusion. I rubbed myself using some unknown
object.
I
think it is called a “hand”…
Emilia III
Enough
is enough. I ran out of options. But my parents are against it, they claimed it
to be a sinful act, and I will be an extremely sinful person for life. I do not
want to be sinful.
I’m
just thirteen, what do you expect me to do huh?
Lionel IV
Oh
what is this new thingy? It gives the same feeling as my “hand”, but how can we
have two “hands”? It is so enigmatic; how we can possess two of the same
objects? I never think twice before pushing my “hand” forward, trying to break
the wall apart. But the wall isn’t an ordinary wall, or whatever a wall is, it
is a little too bouncy. How can a wall be so bouncy? But I enjoy it, so I
repeated the action until I satisfy myself.
Emilia IV
Ouch,
I feel such excruciating pain in my abdominal area. I know it. It is too late. If I proceed with it, then
I shall be a much more sinful person. And I don’t want to be chained down by
sins.
I
hate him. I really, really hate him. No,
not my former lover, he’s history. I hate the one who might result in me taking
the role of someone whom I do not want to be.
Mother
told me that specific abdominal massages will help me, so I asked father to do
so. I feel a little relieved, and much better. But I pity the person that I
hate the most, as he must be in crucial pain now.
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