Hurts… It hurts so much…

My entire body screamed in pain. I couldn't tell if it was because of a cut, a burn, a scratch, or all of them. All I knew was the feeling of having many open wounds and being dipped into salt. My blood was running cold, my breath weak and my heart numb to all this. My mind however was very clear. 

How could it not be when I was feeling all this... pain?

The eyelids I thought I had good control over refused to move an inch. After a little bit more effort I realized that it was, actually my whole body that couldn't move an inch. 

I only took notice of it when I tried moving. It was like a heavy burden weighing upon me.

I felt ice cold sensation of a hard surface beneath me and five cold sensations. Around my wrists, my ankles, and my neck. Even in the burning or chilling pain, these sensations were quite clear.

'Where am I?? No, before that. What is happening to me??'

I had a lot of time to think since I couldn't wake up anyway. Many scenarios passed by and the only most plausible was that I was abducted. Maybe kidnapped. No, certainly abducted. No one would pay for my ransom, that much I knew. I didn't have that much of a privilege. 

So, if I, was indeed abducted, what was happening out there? It felt like I was tied down on a stone table..so maybe organ trafficking is what they are after. 

Ah, I was probably the unluckiest to fall prey to this out of billions of random candidates in the world, it had to be me. 

'Anyways, couldn't they like, put me in anesthesia properly at least, I don't want to feel every sensation of my death, thank you.'

Lamenting on my life woes, I went down memory lane, because, like what else was one supposed to do in their final moments?

I mean, maybe I was being a little overdramatic, sure, but there was little to no chance they were going to let me live without my organs if any human could live after that. 

Either way, I needed a distraction from the pain. I was starting to get to my nerves, oh I mean, metaphorically. I was getting mad.

So where to start…

I was a kid who grew up quite tragically. At least that was one way to put it. I was dropped off at an orphanage thus rendering me an orphan. It couldn't be worse, I mean, I wasn't a street child or anything right? 

Well, I grew more and was bullied for my origins. I was the abandoned orphan, not the completely parentless orphan who would have had loving parents otherwise if they lived. I was cast aside. 

The world proved to me that I was unloved. 

To those parents out there that I never got to meet, I was probably a shame or an inconvenience. 

I was fine with that. I wouldn't want to live my whole life being told the same thing by those supposed to be your greatest support. I was saved from the trauma and torture. 

No parent issues for me.

Haha~

The pain was just getting to my brain, don't worry.

School was hell getting through but life got harder when I finished school. I was no longer under the 'care' of the government so I had to work.

Well, the tricky part about being a child without the privilege of parents was that employment was so unfair. I didn't have a leash on me or something along those lines is what they said. Not with those exact words but it was true that nothing was stopping me from becoming a criminal.

Lower pay, fewer promotion offers, a lot of work, and final but not least, being taken as a pushover in the company.

Because let's be real, why not add more challenges on a lone child?

Getting more work since others couldn't bother to complete their own, getting blamed for mistakes since they need a scapegoat, and finally having to please your boss so he didn't wake up on the wrong side of the bed and suddenly decide to fire you. 

Well, it was bearable. Not the treatment I was getting, but due to my amazing unplugging method. 

As a night owl gamer, reader, and internet addict, I had to confess, my dream life was to be a Neet.

I would read so many genres but my favorite was always the bloody and messed up plots. I preferred villains over heroes and chaos over peace.

I guess, I was a rebel in my fictional world.

I would curse out ever so often and vent my rage and anger in these ways. It wasn't until I recently got addicted to a book. A long series following the protagonist.

It started well but colored me surprised, I could not see what was coming. 

As intriguing and well-written as it was, such that it kept you spending your coins to unlock chapters, it was agonizing.

But somehow, I always unlocked the next chapter, and the next, and then, the next. It was a never-ending cycle until the end of the novel. 

The ending… was, literally the end of the world in the novel. 

Or rather the beginning.

I mean, it was expected and at the same time, unexpected. 

Here is the thing…

There was no hero, no savior, no messiah, and no god in this world. 

Remember the protagonist I mentioned first? Oh, I guess I didn't go into detail. That protagonist was in fact, the first witness. 

He died, justifiably at that. 

He witnessed the immorality of the world and did nothing to stop it and just run away. In his defense, he was weak and cowardly.

He gave false hope and ran away from the responsibility. He watched as a child got taken away and their life brought to an end in the most gruesome way.

He didn't even change his opinion until the very end. 

I was truly disappointed in him but luckily he died in the first volume. 

Then the book took on a new perspective. 

It was only right to say perspective since I didn't dare to call this new character a protagonist. I guess I must have expected his ending since she died too. In the middle of the second volume too.

I kept on reading since this time, it didn't take on an individual's perspective.