When I started writing this, I was thinking about something simple, funny and quite stupid. But then, it changed before my eyes and here it is. Not the happiest of the beginnings. But, hey, who knows!

She wasn't the strongest, she wasn't the smartest, she wasn't the most beutiful.

So, she thought, she was just a weak, stupid, ugly girl.

That didn't really matter. Not anymore.

Because the weak, stupid, ugly girl, now was a dead, weak, stupid, ugly girl.

She smiled bitterly to herself.

Before her death, she was nothing. But at least, she was alive.

Death, she found out, wasn't how she imagined it to be.

Where was God? Where were the clouds? And why was it so similiar to an old japan town?

She frowned. Was it heaven? Was it hell? Something in the middle? Something else?

So... here she was... alone in this strange town. Soul society, the strange guy in black pj's called it.

Well... maybe it was all a dream.

Two days later, she discovered two things.

First of all, it lasted too long to be a dream.

Secondly, she was too hungry.

And finally, if she was really dead, this place was hell.

She has seen things. Bad things. Things she thought men weren't able to do.

She has seen people literally at each others throat. People killing other people with bare hands, a feral grin on their faces.

She has met raped women. And she couldn't do anything.

she couldn't protect them. She couldn't even protect herself.

She was... nothing. Again.

Soon, she felt the same feral instincts inside her.

Food. Se needed food.

And if she only had the strength, she would have hunted down the first innocent soul with food.

She felt like an animal now.

A trapped one.

She forgot her name. Her origin. Her true nature.

She forgot her age and appearance.

She knew just this: she wasn't strong, she wasn't smart and because of that she will die there. The only choice to make was if she'd rather starve herself to death or die trying to get some food.

She didn't had time to make this choice. Because there, at each passing second, her life was on the line.

Because if some of that fucking blood men found her, she wouldn't able to fight back.

Because she was weak.

And she really hated that.

"How can I fight back?" she whispered into the night. "How can I protect myself?" she hissed, falling on her knees. "How can I keep my heart, here?"

Tears fell from her eyes.

"What can I do? What will be of my soul?" she asked to nobody. "What offence did I commit which took me in this unholy place?"

"What good I gained from my human sacrifices? From my work? Where are the awards of my kindness?" she cried. "Am I a beast like these cursed men?"

There, on her knees, she pressed her hands together, praying.

"Please... let me die. Kill me now, before my conscience gets corrupted." she prayed. "Kill me now, before my body gets tainted." she said sobbing. "Kill me now, before I lose my mind and my heart."

"Just let me die..." she prayed one more time. "Don't let me wake up from my slumber."

"My heart is already bleeding. Give it the final blown."

She did woke up.