(Disclaimer: This chapter contains mild suicidal themes that may be disturbing to some readers.)
After that incident, I woke up as the 5 year old Seri.
Now it seems as though history is repeating itself.
I opened my eyes and stared at the sky. My cheeks were damp from my own tears.
How could I forget my own death? How could I forget those last few days, suffering in agony?
No... I didn't forget. I forced myself to block it out of my memory.
It was too painful to remember.
Even now I can remember the feeling of starving with sharp pains that made my stomach twist in torment.
The pain of my throat dry as a bone. Sticky and coarse. All while I was unable to even swallow.
The pain of my legs, broken beyond repair. My shattered bones that ached with a mind numbing pain.
The burning of my skin as the sun blared down upon me without mercy.
But that pain didn't hurt as bad as the pain I endured from being betrayed...
