This Is MY Story

Oh shit, I’m not dead! Or am I? I tried moving but everything feels heavy, and every move causes pain to travel all over my body. Fuck. Just fucking great. After a while, everything felt numb. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids also feel heavy. I wanted to scream, but no voice is coming out and my throat feels dry. I panicked when I can’t feel my body moving. I tried thrashing around, but I can’t feel anything!!“Calm down, woman!” Huh?? Where did that voice come from? I can’t stop panicking and continued to try and feel anything because I really hate the feeling of sleep paralysis. I don’t like the feeling of being restricted and not being able to do anything.“Oh, for Pete’s sake!” After that, I felt something wet splashed on my face. I jolted awake and abruptly sat up, only to fall back again, causing my head to spin. I groaned as I can feel all the pain coming back again, only for it to worsen. Slowly

We walked to the horse, and he helped me to sit on top before sitting behind me. I only rode a horse twice in my life with someone navigating the horse for me while I just sat there. This is my third time, but now the “navigator” is behind me while he wrapped his arms around me to control the reigns. *cue romantic music*I hummed a tune that is used to this kind of scene after the horse started moving at a calm pace.“What are you singing about?” I felt his breath on my nape when he asked his question. I just shrugged and continued to take in the surroundings. I noticed that there’s no path or any signs of road to where we are currently ‘strolling’ on. Trees and greeny things surrounded us. I don’t know, I suck at describing things. Anyway, Jayce just speaks his mind and does not stop telling tales about his adventures with Aziel.“Really? Are you sure it’s a bear you managed to tame, and not a rabbit?&

I stood there in wonder for a good minute. The snow reached my ankles, and it was cold. Freezing. I looked down at my feet and realized I forgot to wear my shoes. I can feel my feet turning purple from the cold.“I apologize for this,” he said before pulling me off the ground and carried me back to the room where I was staying at. It's only now that I noticed how dark the room was. Only a sliver of light from the small gaps and cracks of the made-up wall could illuminate the room. I watched him while he tried to warm up a cloth. Once he felt it was ok, he turned to me but froze when he realized I was watching him. He cleared his throat before walking towards me. He placed the warm cloth on my once cold feet. I sighed in relief, with the extra warmth enveloping my feet. We sat there in awkward silence while avoiding gazes.I already forgave him because I just want to mend things immediately, especially that he’s been nothing but a nice friend. It&rsquo

“Have you seen a girl—” I didn’t need to hear the rest. Out of panic, I looked for a place where I could hide. The bathroom would be too obvious. The treasure chest is too shallow. I looked at the big ass jar in the room's corner. I opened the lid and saw that it was half filled with hay. This would do! I tried my best to reach the opening as the height of the jar is the same as mine. I closed the lid and dug through the hay until I buried myself at the bottom. Just then, I heard the door open. I tried to hold and even out my breath.“I told you officer; it would be impossible for a girl to live with us. That would be indecent,” I heard Aziel’s voice, along with multiple footsteps, entering the house. I heard the officer that tried to kill me scoff.“As if. It’s not like you low-life pigs would care for some decency. For all I know, you might hide her for yourselves to enjoy later. You do know that if we found out t

<TW: Mild mention of death>I sat there for a while, rethinking my decisions. Regret, hurt, confusion, sadness, hate, deceived, cold. The coldness hurt. My whole body feels numb. It feels like I’ve been sitting here for hours. Maybe I am. The sun is no longer visible, and everything else is dark. The only light comes from their house.They must be comfortable there.Suddenly, all of my hurt and sadness were pushed back in the farthest corner of mine. Anger and hate replaced them. Even if they can’t see me, as if they’ll bother to check on me, I still glared at the house. Hoping that my glare would penetrate the door just to make them aware of how angry I am.I really hope they run out of water in the middle of taking a bath and soap got into their eyes. Oh wait, that would be impossible. They bathe in the rivers, damn it. I can't wish for rivers to run out!I just hope that... that a bed bug would b