How Far I Have Fallen
Disclaimer: You know the drill-I don't own Fatal Frame.
Prologue
Have you ever wondered what it's like to die? Does your spirit float up out of your body and look down on the whole scene? Do you see your life flash before your eyes? Does time seem to slow or even stop?
And what happens after you die? Do you become a ghost, wandering this world for whatever reason? Is there some kind of "afterlife" waiting for you? Ot do you just cease to exist altogether?
Does death hurt? And if it does, is it a quick pain and then nothing? Or is it long and excruciating? Maybe there is no pain and you are gone before you even realize it?
These are question we all ask ourselves at least once in our lifetimes. We want to know, yet we fear what answers we may receive. This is the story of a village that thought little of death until it stared them in the face. They could sacrifice others with no remorse for their own sake, but would feel very differently when it was their turn to die.
Yet even though few who lived in this village ever asked questions like these, they all got their answer quicker than they had ever expected. One seemingly unimportant death would lead to the death of many. And an entire village would become lost, along with all who lived there…lost perhaps forever…
Though I am trapped here all alone, I can see it all in my mind. I always did have a sixth sense. Now I'm beginning to wish I didn't. I can see what is about to happen, yet I can do nothing to stop it.
I know I will meet my end this ominous night, along with everyone else, though I cannot yet see where and how. Still I shall try and look for a way out of here, so that tragedies like this are not repeated. How I wish I were like the butterflies hovering outside the window…then I could just fly away from here with them.
But I am not a butterfly. And I never will be. Yet I can't forget that time. And as I search for an escape, I cannot stop my memories from drifting back to those days that were so long ago…
