Capítulo 3: CHAPTER 2:First Encounter

"Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map

of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that

you could ever find your way to a better place.

But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place,

and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope."

– Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love

I was awakened by the cold water bedabbling my whole body. I tried opening my eyes gently, but it felt as if it was too heavy for me to do so. I couldn't make my eyes open for some reason. It freaking hurts like hell, as well as my body. I could feel that I was being pinned down by something heavy on top of me, which cause me to have heavy breathing. Even a simple breath hurts as if something inside me is being thorn. I want to change my position and move but a single movement that I mastered to do so, had put me in so much pain which makes me feel like I'm killing myself. I could feel the sting and smarting pain on my left shoulder, as well as my right leg.

It was too painful for me to move, and yet I was being swept by my thoughts. Is this the end? Won't I get the chance to take revenge? Is this how it feels like to die? When is the time, light would consume me just like those in movies? Would reapers come to fetch my tainted soul? Would heaven still accept me even after I killed those three hunters? If I were to meet San Pedro, I would ask him...

"Why won't you accept me in heaven? Is this my choice? All I ever did is to defend myself! Is my decision wrong? Am I a bad person for wanting revenge? Did you even let me have a choice? Did you even dare to give me a set of choices in the first place?"

"I'm too young. Kids my age were only studying. Playing with their friends. Being loved by their parents. Loved by their dad. And yet here I am, forced to play with guns and knives. Forced to kill, so I can make myself live. Forced to fight, even though all I ever ask is to live peacefully. I never ask to have so much. I never ask anything all my life but to be with my father, and my mom. To live peacefully. To be a good daughter, whom my parents would be so proud of. So why? Why put my soul in this pathetic state? Why put me into a judgment, without giving me a choice in the first place? Do I deserve this? Is this a punishment meant for me from my other life? What did I do wrong?"

My eyes are blurry, my tears are fusing with the heavy rain. I sniffed as I felt my body ached so much I feel like dying. Reapers come so late. Don't they have any plans on taking me early? I'm so ready to chide and rebuke San Pedro, and yet they were going to arrive late? How dare they! I sniffed again while crying.

'If you're going to take me, take me already! I no longer want to feel all this excruciating pain! I no longer want to be in this hell again!'

I sobbed as I look at the dark sky, with my little eyes. The rain is pouring pretty badly as if she is being sympathetic with how cruel life and fate put me into. I'm tired. So tired that I just wanted to end things fast. Too tired that it makes me just want to die already.

I am tired and hurt, so bad. Both physically and emotionally.

I closed my eyes again, as I felt the cold rain caress my face. Wishing that everything that happened now is just a bad dream. Wishing to the billions of shooting star, that tomorrow when I open my eyes I can still see my lovely mom. And my dad would still greet me his "good morning". Have breakfast with them. Ace my exams again. Hear my mom's loud voice, and hear my dad's playful laughter again.

I remained in my place, still, my eyes closed as I heard three sets of footsteps coming near my direction.

"What is your plan later Sean?" playfully asked one of the three guys with a Spanish accent.

"What else? It's already obvious that I plan to get myself laid again. It's kinda gross. But we have no other choice but to do so, so we could live longer." Said another baritone voice, with an American accent.

The voices are getting nearer, as they talk to each other.

"I think I'm getting used to being those fucktard assassin's play toy"

"Me too! Who do you think would take us out tonight Kurt?" said another voice. His voice sounds sad with the thoughts that being laid is the only way they could live.

"I don't know, maybe another gayshits who love thrusting their dicks inside us."

Who are these kids by the way? And why does it seems like there is something different from the way they talk. That it looks like talking with that kind of matter and scenario is only normal for them.

"Poor children, they were only here to be a play toy of those assassins of a sleazeball Dark Claws." Says the same voice awhile ago that is so near from where I am.

I can feel that something heavy was taken away from me. Where it seemed like it was the dead body of one of the four kids who were with me in the arena.

Later on, I felt that someone holds from my wrist. Maybe the same person, who took the dead body away from me.

"GUYS LOOK! I think this kid, is still alive!!!" a loud whisper of the kid who holds me. I tried to open my eyes, but from what I see, the three figures of those guys are still blurry. Three pairs of eyes are what I saw before I was taken by the shadow of somnolence.

Blue, gray, and brown...