01-HOW MY AFTERLIFE IS GOING SO FAR….

Hello Journal,

Not sure what day this is, but I just wanted to check in and let you know I am having the worst night of my life, and that isn’t hyperbole.

Things have very much taken a turn for the worst, and are definitely not going the way I would have ever planned, if I had been given a chance, but I may be getting a little ahead of myself…

Dazed and heavy headed, I awoke to the fact that I had been stripped naked and strapped to a cold black stone altar. As the chill of the table went bone deep through my spine, dread began to take hold of my addled mind, as I took in my new situation. Thousands of thoughts and questions assaulted my mind, like a small platoon of soldiers happy and noisily clanking as charged in full plate armor over the battlefield that was my hung over mind. Pain equal to that of a sharp scythe of ice impaling my brain. This was a new surprising pain to me. Nothing like the once that came with staying up long hours stress over paper work, or studying to one almost collapses.

To clarify, as the child of adventurers that had been orphaned rather young, I had alway found alcohol to be too expensive to justify its casual drinking, and so I am not nor have I ever been a social drinker of any sort. So, having never felt the pain of morning after having binged all night in a drunken revelry, this pain was a new a surprising experience for me. Wincing, at the stabbing behind my eyelids, I reached for my temples to massage the ache in my head away, but all that I was able to accomplished was inflicting an addition new sharp pain in my wrists, as I inadvertently jerked hard against whatever was restraining my wrists to the the glassy, high polished, obsidian like stone that had been made my bed.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

I am sure that for some, they would take some pleasure or excitement in finding themselves strapped to a bed the next morning with a head and body aches, as the sign as a great night. However, I am not among them, as finding myself in such a compromised position only filled me with a deep sense of dread and unease.

You will learn as you get to know me via this journal, that I was never one of the interesting or adventurous sorts of people. Excitement to me was curling up with a good romance novel at the end of an excruciatingly long day of work. I had no point of reference for exciting bed room play outside of novels. Hell, up to that point in my life, I had never even used a bed for anything more than reading or sleeping. I had been too consumed with studying and work, that in hindsight, I am not sure I was really enjoying my life as much as just going through the day-to-day emotions just to survive.

Truth be told, I am just a very risk aversion person in general. It was impossible for me to understand exactly what had transpired that had led me into such a dire situation, and it was not how I would have chosen to start my night. Little did I know at the time, that waking up on the table was just the beginning of what would become a long and eventful afterlife.