4 Eaten

Pain cursed through my body. Stinging as it flowed throughout my blob. As my body was one small piece, the pain easily spread the moment it came.

Light, there was light everywhere! The world used to be black, but now all he could see was white! Choosing if I wished to be blinded for the rest of his life, or being able to see the color white and black, I would gladly choose the former and omit this experience. If anyone ever asks you whether you wished to blind, answer YES! Why would you ever choose this option? It was too painful, so painful, and I was already getting used to being blinded! I felt to myself that being blinded was not as bad as I had once thought now.

This did not make any sense to me. Nothing was going wrong the whole time I was attacking! Why did everything go wrong once I killed it! It makes no sense! The worst was all the slithering things that used to love me. They had all molested me before the event, than after it, they chose to abandon me right after!

I regretted fighting for those perverts! Any stranger who repeatedly feels your body must have something wrong in their minds! Why did I not think of it earlier!? I had my head simply too high up his flat- no, blubbery behind!

I didn't even know why I had liked those buggers, they weren't even good! They were all ugly crooks! Taking advantage of me, then being left for dead! Why is the world so unfair!?? What kind of family are they, leaving the moment someone gets attacked!?

The white light was so bright like a haven! The problem was that it was too much of a haven, while I was a person filled with sins. Countless unknown sins! UnKoWn SiNzS#

My pain ached, it gave me agony. I constantly floundered around to make myself feel better, but while struggling I ended up falling off the edge of the shieldish wall, falling down into the dark abyss.

As I fell, I knew I was dead now. I was already dead. Even I know that once someone falls from too high of a height, they will die, and I won't even have a body left to be buried, eaten, decomposed, or whatever the ritual was for my kind. I fell, like starlight dropping below into the chasm, a empty dark crevice. I had fell.

The fever of misery covered my physique as I fell, intimidating me repeatedly as my frame of liquids felt as if they were evaporating. Oh, I ever so wished to go back to my lonely times. It was now too late for regrets, for my deathbed was most likely near.

Plunging from the peak, the air violated and abused me even more so than the pain from the light. I was bashed and getting shot by the particles of air as they gave me a massage with the strength of Hercules. This sort of pain invaded my mind more than the other, for this would be the cause of death. I was still descending to the floor, who knew how long I had left to live? The dumb betrayers won't help me break the fall either! They were avoiding me like the black plague! How do I even know those words!? How was I supposed to live!? I was still flying down, this meant wherever I fell from, wherever the things that had supported me like water of the sea, were not breaking my fall. I was flying down from an unknown height, I did not know about physics, or what the heck that word that popped up even was, but I will definitely eventually go splat! Even if there were cushions on the floor now, he is as good as dead. I am already dead.