Pain.
It's something I'm used to.
Ah...
I think... no, I can't say I'm used to it.
There was never a moment when I didn't think about it, even when I was suffering non-stop, day in and day out. Pain was one of the things that kept me away from the edge of madness, but it was also one of the things that kept me connected to reality.
It hurts even now, as it always has. I can feel my whole body, especially my right eye, writhing and doing everything it can to hold on to life.
The purple color in my vision is slowly fading, and the 'pain' that keeps me connected to reality is slowly becoming more intense.
I looked around, weakly. I was in a forest, the trees were not too dense but not too sparse either. It was night, the stars illuminated the dark sky. The moon was nowhere to be seen.
