Cursed

Well Shit. Here I am lying on the forest ground, with lung cancer. Like goddamn, can a girl just stay dead like a normal person? I mean I was ripped and torn to tiny little pieces by wolves about, what felt like, five seconds ago, and here I am completely fine and unscratched, and I still have fucking lung cancer.

I guess my family did more than bring me because those sadistic bastards ruined my fucking life. I never asked to live forever, I just want to either live a calm peaceful life without lung cancer or an eternity in the peaceful void. I am only fucking twelve, I do not need to suffer from terminal lung cancer every day. Now I have another fourteen days before I die again, and that is something I am not looking forward to.

Now, something strange is going on around here, you might not be able to see it because you are reading a book, not watching a movie, but although I am in the 'same' forest, there is something very— odd here. The fog is gone, and in front of me is a swirling shadow. Ok now, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that swirling shadows floating around in mid-air are not normal.

I mean was only dead for... wait how long was I dead for again? I mean I have no idea, but for all I know, I have been dead for hundreds of years. Yeah, but I am not too enthusiastic about that possibility. I mean imagine waking up only to find yourself in a whole new era. I mean it can't be too far into the future, because the forest is still here.

Call me an idiot if you want, but I am only twelve so I make poor decisions, which is exactly why I have decided to investigate the suspicious floating shadows. Yeah, big surprise when I tell you that I stuck my hand into it, I mean what is the worst that can happen, I die? Like hell, you should know me well enough to know that I want to die.

Inside the mysterious shadows was something that felt like a metal rod, but with the textures and grooves of a tree branch. I grip the rod with my hand and pull on it. Holy fuck was the pole heavy, I had to use two hands to draw it out just a couple of feet, and what I read on the rod was four words— "The House of Hysteria'. Yeah, I guess it doesn't belong to me, but what is going to happen, is someone going to kill me? I hope so.

When I do finally end up getting the object out of the mysterious shadows, they disappear as if their only purpose was to conceal the object. On closer inspection of the object— actually, it was just a normal glance no need to inspect something that is almost two times bigger than you, er, I mean me, no idea how tall you are, for all I know you might be more than 9 feet tall... But yeah big scythe in my hands, too big and heavy to carry. Is that what you were expecting when you picked up this book? Yeah probably not because kids lie, because strangely enough when I was trying to remove it from the shadows it was insanely heavy, but now it is almost as light as a feather, I am serious.

This larger-than-life, I guess, scythe, is a monstrous object and I am not supposed to have it. I guess this is just what us children do, steal stuff that isn't ours and lie about everything, I mean take it from me, I am twelve and I stole a fucking scythe for christ's sake. Seriously children are too underestimated, especially the girls, like myself.

I grab the scythe by its handle and lift it up to rest it on my shoulder, but I overestimate its weight and it flies out of my hand, I am glad I am in a forest where no one can see me because jeez that was embarrassing. You better not tell anyone about that or else I will find you and kill you. Just because I am going to die again soon does not mean I lack pride.

I guess I should leave this forest, but I don't really know which way to go, I mean I was lost on my way into the forest, so it is only natural I am lost on my way out. I guess I will just head north... or is that south... heck who am I kidding I have no idea which direction I am going, if only you could talk, maybe you would know which way I should go, but alas you are a mere spectator who watches my every move.

Ok, that sounded excessively creepy. Sorry about that, I just wish I knew how to get out of this forest, it appears to be afternoon right now, and I am not too enthusiastic to see if this place gets any livelier at night. If I get attacked by another pack of merciless wolves I will die, eh, I mean I die soon anyway so that doesn't really matter I guess, but it will hurt. I will just walk this way and hope for the best.

I mean walking is actually tiring if done for a long enough time, especially if you are dragging a large scythe behind you everywhere you go. Remember when I said the scythe was light as a feather, well fuck that, it feels like it weighs forty-ton now.

The sky darkened and I am positive night arrives in only a few moments, well I guess I only got one day instead of fourteen, I love how life treats me so fairly. I am a 12-year-old with cancer, and instead of letting me live a normal life or even just letting me rest in peace, I must suffer for all of eternity while I die over and over again.