What could have happened? How could I have been sent here? And most importantly; where am I?
Many questions raced through my mind, as I looked around the wooded area that I was standing right in the midst of. Rays of sunshine shone through the tree branches, which seemed to be blocking most sunlight. However, the light began to fade, and darkness eventually made it's way back in to the forest, blanketing everything in black.
I was alone. Emptiness began to fill my stomach. The feeling was a lot like what I got, once I had received the news that I was abandoned as a child. My life has always been dark. Always. Why not just sit here and wait, and not care about what might happen to me?
But something kicked in. Something intelligent…my conscience, something I rarely listened to. It told me to not give up, and to not think such horrible things about myself. But how could I not? I was the kid who had to wonder…what where my parents like? Didn't they love me? Why did they leave me? But did I get any answers? No.
Something rustled in the bushes and made me jump, snapping me out of my trance.
I had no weapons that I could use to defend myself. And so I thought…this is it.
I slowly rose to my feet, and leaned against the tree, hoping to not be seen. Maybe the dark was playing tricks on me? I wondered. It seemed to do that a lot. I never liked the dark.
Suddenly, I felt something brush against my leg, and I jumped.
"H-hello?" I stuttered, but still tried to sound strong, and fearless. But I got the feeling that, something evil stood near me, and shivers were sent shooting up and down my spine.
"Hello?" I asked again, but something, once again brushed passed me.
"Hello?" this time I sounded desperate. I couldn't see; I could only hear, feel and wonder if there was something out to get me.
All of a sudden, I felt something go through me like fire, and a sharp pain surged throughout my abdomen. Now, I felt warm fluids running down my stomach, and I could only guess that it was blood. I reached down and touched the gash, and quietly whimpered as another shot of pain went through me. It was too much to bear, and I fell to me knees, still holding my stomach.
"Nyet, nyet!" I cried out. The taste of blood began to fill my mouth and I gagged. I began to heave, making the pain in my stomach a thousand times worse than it was before.
Tears ran down my cheeks, mixing with the blood that was now dripping down my chin.
"Nyet!" I said, this time a little more quiet.
Something knocked me hard on the back of my head. And my eyes began to blur. "Nyet!" I didn't want to give up. This time I wanted to live. But everything went black, and evil whispers filled my ears...
Russian translation:
Nyet: No!