65 Elyon Lialynn
My vision started to become dim, and I tried to scream, but all that came out of my lips was blood, and I was unable to breathe.
I stared at the door through which the women had exited the room and wanted to cry and beg her to save me, but nothing worked—all that could be heard were the gurgling sounds of my own blood being choked on.
I lost all strength as I choked on my own blood and was unable to move.
Because my family didn't want me to exist and didn't want me to bring shame to their family name, I knew there was nothing that could be done to save me. I was filled with wrath and wanted to kill them right then if I could.
I was content in my life here; I knew I would pass away eventually, but if my heart condition had caused my passing, I would have done it without harboring any ill will towards anyone or anything.
I tried to breathe as I thought this, but I was unable to, so I laid on my table and painted it red with the blood that was coming out of my mouth while glaring angrily at the door form with the women had left.
If glares could kill, she would already be ash by this point.
They were unable to, and as a result, everything quickly turned dark and I lost sight of everything around me.
I was unable to hear anything,
Am I dead? I questioned myself, attempting to check whether I was still alive. I looked about, but I felt nothing, not even a melodic movement.
I guess this is what people used to call death? This is serene, I told myself. There are no people nearby, no one to annoy me, and nobody who could harm me.
"#$%^&*O"
And what is that? I recalled hearing something only a moment earlier as I thought,
"&*()%$#% %&)(*#$#$" once again a voice entered my ears.
Wait, ears. But how am I hearing things if I died? I pondered.
My hopes of being saved shot through the roof as I wondered if anyone could have saved me in time.
I closed my eyes to shield myself from the unbearably brilliant light that was coming at me.
My hands wouldn't budge even a millimeter as I tried to hide my eyes with them.
"!@#$ $#@&" As my eyes adjusted to the brilliant yellowish light, more unusual noises reached my ears. As they did, I was shocked to gaze at the gorgeous woman standing right in front of me. What was more shocking, though, was that she had long and sharp ears.
"!@#$ @#!$#@!@#^&*("I looked around the stone-built chamber, which appeared to be both very new and very old at the same time while she spoke, but I was unable to understand what she was saying. The candles' strong yellow light was the source of the room's illumination.
I continued to look around, but it only made me realize that I wasn't in a hospital of any kind. I considered asking the lovely woman sitting next to me how I got here, but before I could, I saw that everything turned around, somehow I was on my back. There was some furniture around that looked brand new, but it was also old fashioned as if it were all made out of hand, which was really hard and had really high prices.
"Slap"One of the greatest pains I've ever felt was brought on by a slapping sound that echoed throughout the room.
"Waaaaaa," (fuckkkkk)
I cursed, but all that came out were strange baby noises.
"Waaaaa waaaaa" (what the?) I tried to speak again however once again it was the same.
"!@#$%" The stunning woman turned me around, and as I turned to face her, I saw that she appeared enormous in my eyes.
"Waa wwa aww swww mw woooma?" (why did you slap me women?) I tried to asked her however only baby noises came out of my mouth,
"!@#$"She wrapped me in a cloth, leaving only my hands poking out, and remarked with a delighted smile as she moved and I went with her.
little hands? I believed I was fascinated by them, but as soon as I noticed them, I realized what had happened—I had undergone a truly unbelievable event—I had been reborn. As I was being carried by another woman to the bed where I saw another long-eared beauty lying, I saw that she appeared to be worn out. It was as though she had been asked to push a trucks by herself.
The women who was carrying me placed me right beside the women on bed,
"!@#$@S!" I couldn't understand what she said when she said it, but the motherly love those words implied told me more than enough what she was trying to say.
As soon as I was seated next her, she immediately gave me a brief hug, her eyes so fatigued they could hardly remain open. Yet, as soon as our eyes met, she smiled and then closed her eyelids.
I was able to determine that she was still living since I could hear her heart beat while she was still hugging me. She was still alive.
I was pretty sure that this was my new mum.
"!@#$ @# @#$@@# $ %^&%^!@# !@!@#"I was in the middle of something when I became aware of a deep, masculine voice coming from another part of the room. When I turned to look, I saw a man enter the space through an ornate door. He appeared to be wearing expensive clothing, and judging by the expression on his face, he appeared to be quite anxious.
As soon as he saw my mother, his eyes opened and tears began to pour out of them. He moved closer to the bed and knelt down, then grabbed one of her hands and began crying while holding it. Finally, he looked away from my mother and away from the hand and onto me
He gave me a sidelong glance before reaching out and trying to pet the top of my head, but I couldn't help but feel revolted by his actions.
"WAAAA WAAA WAAAA" I started crying, I wanted him to leave me at any cost, "useless trash," the terms my late father had used to describe me. No, those man's earlier words washed over me, and I looked down to see that I was still choking on my own blood. However, the next moment it was all gone, and I was back in the room that looked like it was from the ancient times, where my alleged father was sobbing while holding the hand of his "dead" wife.
Tears were still streaming down my face, making everything blurry, but I could still hear the door opening and another figure entering the room, this figure first walked to the woman who had slapped my but and then walked up to my "father" and calmed him down, after that the figure walked close to me, I couldn't see the figure properly because the tears were clouding my view, but as the figure picked me up, all my tears seemed to vanish, floating up and clearing
"!@#$@ $%&^!@" She said something, but I couldn't understand it as usual.
After that, my "Father" came closer, and then "Elyon Lialynn" he said, and I knew as soon as he spoke those words that this was my new name, but there was no feeling of happiness, because when I heard my new name, a feeling of disgust from the bottom of my heart came over me, and I knew it was pointed at the wrong person, but I just wanted to run away from this man, and hide in a corner.
I knew I couldn't do that, when my sister or the girl I assumed to be my sister saw my expression and took a few steps back from my father.
As if she knew what I was thinking, I thanked her and smiled on the outside as soon as she saw that, she looked at our "father" with skepticism and then left. "@#$* (&^&^%$# @#$ @#$%^&&^ %^&" said something, taking her tongue out and showing it to our father.
My father looked heartbroken when he saw that, but I couldn't do anything about it because my disgust for my father wouldn't just go away. I knew that running away wasn't the answer, but for the time being, I didn't have one.
Thinking so, I tried to push this to the back of my mind, but my eyes, which had been watching everything around me attentively, began to become heavy I knew why I was getting sleepy even if I didn't want to sleep, my eyes would close and I would fall asleep, but there was a fear in my heart. I was afraid of falling asleep because I was afraid of closing my eyes.
What if it was all a dream, a dream I made up in my final moments of life?
I was afraid of waking up, or rather, opening my eyes, and finding myself back on my hospital bed, still bleeding to death, and realizing that everything had been an illusion that I had created before I died.
Without my willing my eyes to close, everything went dark, and my heart shuddered right before I fell asleep.
65 Elyon Lialynn
My vision started to become dim, and I tried to scream, but all that came out of my lips was blood, and I was unable to breathe.
I stared at the door through which the women had exited the room and wanted to cry and beg her to save me, but nothing worked—all that could be heard were the gurgling sounds of my own blood being choked on.
I lost all strength as I choked on my own blood and was unable to move.
Because my family didn't want me to exist and didn't want me to bring shame to their family name, I knew there was nothing that could be done to save me. I was filled with wrath and wanted to kill them right then if I could.
I was content in my life here; I knew I would pass away eventually, but if my heart condition had caused my passing, I would have done it without harboring any ill will towards anyone or anything.
I tried to breathe as I thought this, but I was unable to, so I laid on my table and painted it red with the blood that was coming out of my mouth while glaring angrily at the door form with the women had left.
If glares could kill, she would already be ash by this point.
They were unable to, and as a result, everything quickly turned dark and I lost sight of everything around me.
I was unable to hear anything,
Am I dead? I questioned myself, attempting to check whether I was still alive. I looked about, but I felt nothing, not even a melodic movement.
I guess this is what people used to call death? This is serene, I told myself. There are no people nearby, no one to annoy me, and nobody who could harm me.
"#$%^&*O"
And what is that? I recalled hearing something only a moment earlier as I thought,
"&*()%$#% %&)(*#$#$" once again a voice entered my ears.
Wait, ears. But how am I hearing things if I died? I pondered.
My hopes of being saved shot through the roof as I wondered if anyone could have saved me in time.
I closed my eyes to shield myself from the unbearably brilliant light that was coming at me.
My hands wouldn't budge even a millimeter as I tried to hide my eyes with them.
"!@#$ $#@&" As my eyes adjusted to the brilliant yellowish light, more unusual noises reached my ears. As they did, I was shocked to gaze at the gorgeous woman standing right in front of me. What was more shocking, though, was that she had long and sharp ears.
"!@#$ @#!$#@!@#^&*("I looked around the stone-built chamber, which appeared to be both very new and very old at the same time while she spoke, but I was unable to understand what she was saying. The candles' strong yellow light was the source of the room's illumination.
I continued to look around, but it only made me realize that I wasn't in a hospital of any kind. I considered asking the lovely woman sitting next to me how I got here, but before I could, I saw that everything turned around, somehow I was on my back. There was some furniture around that looked brand new, but it was also old fashioned as if it were all made out of hand, which was really hard and had really high prices.
"Slap"One of the greatest pains I've ever felt was brought on by a slapping sound that echoed throughout the room.
"Waaaaaa," (fuckkkkk)
I cursed, but all that came out were strange baby noises.
"Waaaaa waaaaa" (what the?) I tried to speak again however once again it was the same.
"!@#$%" The stunning woman turned me around, and as I turned to face her, I saw that she appeared enormous in my eyes.
"Waa wwa aww swww mw woooma?" (why did you slap me women?) I tried to asked her however only baby noises came out of my mouth,
"!@#$"She wrapped me in a cloth, leaving only my hands poking out, and remarked with a delighted smile as she moved and I went with her.
little hands? I believed I was fascinated by them, but as soon as I noticed them, I realized what had happened—I had undergone a truly unbelievable event—I had been reborn. As I was being carried by another woman to the bed where I saw another long-eared beauty lying, I saw that she appeared to be worn out. It was as though she had been asked to push a trucks by herself.
The women who was carrying me placed me right beside the women on bed,
"!@#$@S!" I couldn't understand what she said when she said it, but the motherly love those words implied told me more than enough what she was trying to say.
As soon as I was seated next her, she immediately gave me a brief hug, her eyes so fatigued they could hardly remain open. Yet, as soon as our eyes met, she smiled and then closed her eyelids.
I was able to determine that she was still living since I could hear her heart beat while she was still hugging me. She was still alive.
I was pretty sure that this was my new mum.
"!@#$ @# @#$@@# $ %^&%^!@# !@!@#"I was in the middle of something when I became aware of a deep, masculine voice coming from another part of the room. When I turned to look, I saw a man enter the space through an ornate door. He appeared to be wearing expensive clothing, and judging by the expression on his face, he appeared to be quite anxious.
As soon as he saw my mother, his eyes opened and tears began to pour out of them. He moved closer to the bed and knelt down, then grabbed one of her hands and began crying while holding it. Finally, he looked away from my mother and away from the hand and onto me
He gave me a sidelong glance before reaching out and trying to pet the top of my head, but I couldn't help but feel revolted by his actions.
"WAAAA WAAA WAAAA" I started crying, I wanted him to leave me at any cost, "useless trash," the terms my late father had used to describe me. No, those man's earlier words washed over me, and I looked down to see that I was still choking on my own blood. However, the next moment it was all gone, and I was back in the room that looked like it was from the ancient times, where my alleged father was sobbing while holding the hand of his "dead" wife.
Tears were still streaming down my face, making everything blurry, but I could still hear the door opening and another figure entering the room, this figure first walked to the woman who had slapped my but and then walked up to my "father" and calmed him down, after that the figure walked close to me, I couldn't see the figure properly because the tears were clouding my view, but as the figure picked me up, all my tears seemed to vanish, floating up and clearing
"!@#$@ $%&^!@" She said something, but I couldn't understand it as usual.
After that, my "Father" came closer, and then "Elyon Lialynn" he said, and I knew as soon as he spoke those words that this was my new name, but there was no feeling of happiness, because when I heard my new name, a feeling of disgust from the bottom of my heart came over me, and I knew it was pointed at the wrong person, but I just wanted to run away from this man, and hide in a corner.
I knew I couldn't do that, when my sister or the girl I assumed to be my sister saw my expression and took a few steps back from my father.
As if she knew what I was thinking, I thanked her and smiled on the outside as soon as she saw that, she looked at our "father" with skepticism and then left. "@#$* (&^&^%$# @#$ @#$%^&&^ %^&" said something, taking her tongue out and showing it to our father.
My father looked heartbroken when he saw that, but I couldn't do anything about it because my disgust for my father wouldn't just go away. I knew that running away wasn't the answer, but for the time being, I didn't have one.
Thinking so, I tried to push this to the back of my mind, but my eyes, which had been watching everything around me attentively, began to become heavy I knew why I was getting sleepy even if I didn't want to sleep, my eyes would close and I would fall asleep, but there was a fear in my heart. I was afraid of falling asleep because I was afraid of closing my eyes.
What if it was all a dream, a dream I made up in my final moments of life?
I was afraid of waking up, or rather, opening my eyes, and finding myself back on my hospital bed, still bleeding to death, and realizing that everything had been an illusion that I had created before I died.
Without my willing my eyes to close, everything went dark, and my heart shuddered right before I fell asleep.
