In my escape, my injuries were severe. I had to fight against my own mentor.
Despite him taking it easy on me, I still suffered injuries in my internal organs.
As things stand, I won't survive another week.
I needed to find a way to live and fast.
However…
"Ah… How cold…" I mumbled, collapsing on the ground.
Wet mud seeped into my wounds, dirt water splashed against my eyes.
Earth and blood swirled before me as the rain refused to end. As if the world was mocking my situation.
To the child who didn't understand love.
To the one who didn't feel love.
I truly believed that was where I would die. Devoid of strength, I couldn't even move my fingers.
Ugly, disgusting.
That's what I was. Stained by mud and blood, I was nothing but trash waiting to return to the Earth.
I closed my eyes to conserve my strength.
Even if I could not move right now, I still wanted to live.
I needed to gather my energy little by little…
