One

A loud scream, a sharp pain running through my back, a loud clash squeezing the air out of my lungs. Plates smash onto the ground. I can't breathe.

"Kicking me in the spine while I was just standing around. Those Bastards. And everybody, every person in the cafeteria stared at me laying on the ground after. Help? Helplessly, I had to lay there until the ambulance came, like always, nobody felt responsible. I thought I would be permamently paralyzed." I was in deep thought and had just finished my last self portrait. I could not dare to look at it, it was pathetic. "There's no use thinking about that now; It doesn't concern me anymore." After I chugged down the glass' content in one go, I chucked my sketchbook into the corner of the room. I stared into the darkness covering the ceiling. Laying in my bed thinking about other past memories, I did not regret what I had done.

I woke up to the feeling of warmth, as my face was surrounded by moist air, I covered my eyes, protecting them from the light shining into them. As a strange smell entered my nose, I realized that I should not be able to sense these things. I was laying in a room of about the same size as my room, but I quickly realized, it was not mine; my eyes got used to the brightness. The floor was just dirt, the walls were made of logs and the single, small window next to me had no glass. The door on the other side of the room seemed hastily crafted out of boards. Through the open window orange rays of light entered the room, shining onto a body laying in the bed next to me. While getting up I notice the body belonged to a women whose stomach was opened, decorating the bedside with its innards and dyeing the bedsheets in a deep red. I jump as I notice a knife in my hand. I quickly put in on my bedside table. It seemed like I had forgotten something important.

My eyes mindlessly wandered to every corner of the room. The effect of the sleeping pills had slowly worn off. After the state of confusion as to how I was still alive, followed irritation. First of all, I was not dead, I had no Idea where I was, neither who the women was or how I got there. Worst of all, I either murdered a woman, or it looked like I had. As I did not want to deal with any of that, I quickly got up, put on all the little uncomfortable wool clothing left, that still had colors other than red and burst out the door.

Next to the feeling of sunrays hitting my face, the morning cold shook me awake. I found myself in a field of grass, the morning dew was sticking to my leather boots as I started walking. A few houses were grouped inside a valley I was somehow stranded in. The early sun was rising between the mountains, carrying its light over the rooftops, onto the grazing animals. On one of the mountains, a tall building had been erected, standing atop all others, as though watching over them. Recognizing the structure, I slowly made my way there.

On the way, I saw women with pale skin washing clothes or carrying wooden buckets filled with water or seeds. There were children, running away from a chicken, while screaming. "Shut up..." I did not know who they were, so I could not dare to say anything out loud yet.

Unnoticced I arrived at the church.