Sure! Incorporating swearing into David's internal dialogue can add a raw, authentic touch to his character, reflecting the frustration and pain of his past life. It can also emphasize his rebellious spirit and determination. Here's
Where the hell am I?
I blink, staring up at a rough wooden ceiling. The beams loom above me like the shadows of giants. It smells like wood and something sweet, but I can't quite place it.
Am I… alive?
The thoughts swirl in my mind, but clarity comes slowly. The warmth surrounding me feels comforting, yet foreign. My body is small, fragile, and utterly helpless. I'm in a cradle, nestled in something soft. I can't move, but my thoughts race, a whirlwind of realization.
This is different. This world… it's medieval. A cottage, simple and quaint. I can't remember how I got here, but I can feel it deep within me: I've been reborn!
Fuck yes! I made it! I escaped from that miserable life!
I struggle to remember that life. The bankruptcy, the loneliness, the suffocating weight of despair. I suffered like a motherfucker, my thoughts echo. But now I have a chance to start anew!
But why do I feel so empty?
Before I can spiral into those thoughts, a figure appears above me—a woman. Her face is warm, her eyes bright with joy.
My mother, I realize. I can feel her love enveloping me. Next to her stands a man, my father, a solid figure with kind eyes. Their happiness radiates warmth, but it doesn't yet touch the cold edge inside me.
Will they understand me?
Days turn into weeks, and I begin to absorb my new surroundings. The small room, the soft fabrics, and the faint sounds of a bustling village outside. I'm just a baby, but my mind feels… different.
Then one day, the door creaks open, and my mother carries me into the world outside. The sights and sounds overwhelm my senses.
This is the market, I think as we step into the vibrant chaos.
My mother's grip tightens around me, and I feel secure, but my curiosity pulls me forward. Suddenly, a flash catches my eye—light sparking and dancing in the hands of a stranger.
What the fuck is that?
A man in a simple tunic lifts a cart with ease, energy crackling around him. People around me gasp in awe, their eyes wide with admiration.
Is that… mana?
My heart races. This world has magic! I can learn! I can grow! There's hope!
I gaze up at my mother, a rush of gratitude flooding through me. With this power, I can pursue my true freedom!
No more chains, no more suffering. Just the chance to be… free.
Finally, a shot at not being a fucking loser!