Well, shit.

With a huff and a puff, I push myself, trying to stand. However, I fall, barely making it halfway up. I reel, and I suddenly want to vomit. When I put my hand to my head to support myself, it comes away sticky, and covered in red. Fuck. I'm bleeding out of my head. I take a look around, searching for any shelter I could possibly hide in. The area is filled with rubble: most taller than me. On that note, I'm fairly short and brown, aren't I? Good. I can probably hide better- ugh. My head is throbbing, when before it was a dull ache. I crawl under a collapsed balcony, hoping to hide from my father's killer. On that note, who am I? Judging from my clothes, I seem to be someone important: maybe a prince of some sort. If that over there is my father, and he's being pinned-

Motherfucker. I want to bash my head into a wall, if only to relieve myself from this ever-mounting pain. Instead, I bury my face into the ground, and hide as well as I can. I strain my ears: is that footsteps I hear? It is. I can hear distinct sounds being made, but I can't understand them. The sounds have become higher pitched. Perhaps laughter? What the fuck? Who laughs after killing someone? Sociopaths and serial killers, the lot of them. I'm so fucked.

I start to cry. Why am I crying? I don't want to cry. I want to hide, and make no noise. Yet, I'm crying anyway. What did my father do that made people laugh after killing him? Disgusting. I want to vomit, but I hold it back. Instead, I curl up into a ball, hoping for the voices to go away. They don't. A new voice has entered. He sounds tired and strained. He sings. What a nice song-

It burns! Holy fuck, it fucking burns! My ears bleed furiously, as if they were on a divine mission to empty out all the blood in my body. I press my hands into my face, and pull them away to find that I'm bleeding out of my nose and my eyes as well. The urge to vomit is rising once more, but then the voice stops, and the burning goes away as well. I take a deep breath, as quietly as I can, which wasn't very quiet since one of the voices stop. I freeze.

All is silent for near a minute, them trying to understand whether they misheard and me trying to remain as quiet as possible. Then the chatter starts again - it seems that whoever heard me had figured he had just imagined it. Good, good. You know what would make this better? If they went away. That's right. Leave. Go. Shoo. Then maybe I can crawl out from underneath this balcony and find medical help. Is first aid a thing here? Probably. However, they don't seem like that have the intent of leaving. Instead, their voices start rising. Arguing, perhaps? That's good, their arguments should further drown out whatever sound I make. Suddenly, the tired voice speaks, and all else falls quiet for a few seconds. Then, two voices whisper something. Did they find me? They didn't find me, right? Please tell me they didn't find me. All goes still for a few more seconds before I hear footsteps. No, no, no, don't come this way. It seems like my prayers were answered, because the footsteps fade - meaning they're walking away. I still don't dare to exhale in relief, just in case that dude who almost found me before comes back. I wait. I wait some more. I don't know how long it's been. Perhaps an hour, perhaps a few minutes. All I know is I want to sleep. That's bad. If I sleep right now, won't I die? Probably. I don't think I'll survive much longer anyway, so might as well make it painless?

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No! No! Bad thoughts! I'm not going to die! There's a way out!

Maybe.

There is!

Maybe.

Fuck this shit, I'm getting out from under this balcony. As I crawl out, it appears to be night. If I recall correctly, the sun was above the dude who was stabbing my father. So it must have been noon then. It's been six hours, assuming this world has the same amount of hours in a day. This world. I'm in another world. Bloody hell, I'm in another world.

I just stop moving, flop around, and twist myself so I can stare at the night sky. 3 moons floated above me. The stars above looked nothing like Earth's. Huh.

"...Ha."

Well, would you look at that? Other worlds exist. There are people on them, even. I-wow. You'd think I'd have noticed, though, considering I'm a lot shorter than I used to be.

This isn't my body.

I'm short - maybe 3 feet? My skin is dark brown, unlike the light tan I used to have. My hair is rather long, and from what I can see, it's dark gray. I wobble my way over to the nearest blood pool, and take a long look. My face is that of a child's. My eyes are dull red. My vampire teeth are rather large, but most of my other teeth are like my old ones.

My old ones.

I had an old body.

I died.

How did I forget dying? The vomit's rising once more, and this time I can't keep it down. I retch into my reflection on the ground.

This sucks.