1:13 AM
Raoul Wallenberg Forest; Bronx, New York
October 28th, 2007
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By the grace-yet-absolute-f—kery of Satan, I found myself waking up. I had to blink several times to understand my surroundings again, immediately noticing the stains of blood left behind by me bleeding out. Physically, I felt weak. Vulnerable. And I hate being vulnerable.
‘So this is the punishment worse than death.’ I thought. ‘By Lucifer in the stone, this gonna be a pain in the a—..’
I managed to force myself to sit up and cross my legs, my breathing faint and raspy. I looked around more and faced the river that stood right next to me, my eyes slightly twitching.
‘And to think I made it alive on my 26th birthday..’ I slightly joked within my mind, barely able to let out a chuckle. ‘Someone must be having a crush on me from up above..’
Although what I had just thought about was a slight joke, I secretly had a feeling that I was purposely not going to Purgatory anytime soon. But why? Why keep me alive when I did what I did? Would Heaven be in on this? Hell? Or was it just a simple accident? A mere chance of luck and survivability from whatever God or Goddess graced me with it? For now, though, it’ll remain unanswered.
I managed to force myself to stand up, feeling slight tingles and numbness all over my body. I found myself barely able to walk as I limped towards the river, staring up at the sky and noticing the blood moon.
“Θα πεθάνω αν δεν βρω ένα ασφαλές μέρος να κρυφτώ και να γιατρευτώ..” I managed to whisper under my breath, sighing. “Ίσως αν κάνω έναν αρκετά δυνατό ήχο, θα μπορούσα να μυρίσω τις απαντήσεις οποιουδήποτε τον ακούει και να τους εντοπίσω. Με αυτόν τον τρόπο, έχουν ένα μέρος για να μείνω..ίσως.”
After taking multiple deep breaths, I suddenly let out an extremely loud howl, tilting my head upwards in order to make sure it was loud enough to be heard and unmuted. I eventually stopped, taking even more deep breaths and coughing up more blood alongside gagging on it.
‘Hopefully someone heard it.’ I thought, looking around again. ‘If I don’t find help or a safe place soon..I’m going to become more than vulnerable around here..’
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Translations from Devil’s Tongue;
“I'm going to die if I don't find a safe place to hide and heal at..”
“Maybe if I make a loud enough sound, I could smell the responses of whoever hears it and track them down. That way, they have a place for me to stay at..maybe.”