CHAPTER 1
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"Ugh... ack!" He choked as bloodied liquid came out of his mouth. His nose is bleeding. His ears are ringing and probably also bleeding. He lied on his own pool of blood.
When he jumped, he thought that he would surely die or in the worse scenario was he won't die but lost consciousness. Yet, it never happened. What really occurred was, when he jumped, he didn't lose consciousness and only felt the pain.
The pain going through him made his whole body trembled.
His vision went blurry as tears filled his eyes. Biting pain and agonizing cramps crush his insides. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and his face turned to a grimace. Swallowing the pain and trying ignoring it, altogether.
He felt so weak. He can feel blood running along his body, but his head feels too heavy to take a look, arms are too heavy to lift, everything else is too heavy for him to move.
He watched the seawater hit the rock he was lying on and water splash all over him. Pain engulfed his whole body, as his skin was drench in blood and nose filled with the metallic taste of the blood and the salt in the seawater.
In addition to the pain was the lost feeling in his body. He's lying on the ground like a dead man, blood continuously flowing out of him and the pain was sapping all the strength from his body, making it difficult to keep his eyes open. His mind begun to drift off.
The pain in his body has already gone numb but the pain still not subsides. It feels real. It seems real. But he knew that this was just an illusion.
But why is he not losing consciousness!?
Al's heart began welling up with hate. Strong hatred tore into his heart, he hated it, hated it all...
Curse that person. Cursed that man. Cursed them all!
Fck it all!
There must be something. Something I can do. Anything. This pain, I don't want it anymore. There must be a way out, there has to be.
I'm so exhausted, I'm so weak. I can't lift my arms, I can't even move my feet. I just want to sleep and wake up in my own bed, leave all of this behind as a mere nightmare. But I can't. I can't escape and I can't sleep, if I sleep I die. Somebody find me please, I can't sleep, but I can still escape.
I can't feel my legs or arms, in fact, he can't feel anything anymore. Nothing at all. It's somewhat comforting, at least he feels no pain. He feels nothing at all.
When he shouldn't be.
. . .
It doesn't hurt anymore. He thought as he lay listlessly on the rock that he jumped on. His body was paralyzed and numb in pain. The wave of the ocean on his side roaring with life. He wasn't swallowed by the water but instead he was catched by the huge rocks as the shore.
So he needed to jump further.
He closes his eyes waiting for it to pass and when he opens his eyes it begins again.
A hell loop.
. . .
When Al opened his eyes, he found himself inside an enclosed wooden space. A long wooden narrow box...
He grope through the dark and pushes what it seems the cover. A blinding white light engulfed his eyes, making black spots on his sight.
Where is this? He blinked in confusion, rasing a hand to rub his eyes but his hands limped and without strength. He was too weak to even move a muscle. He's not paralyzed as he thought at first, he can move his body only in weakened state.
Weird, he thought. Usually, he would wake up full of energy but now he only felt weak and awake...
He woke up.
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