I'm not insane.

A few seconds ago I was bleeding all over the place but now I'm fine with no scars of injuries to see. Unfortunately my perfect blonde hair got all bloody in that time.

Not to mention I'm sitting in what has got to be the ugliest seat that I've ever seen in the dirtiest library that has ever had the pleasure of my company. This is actually the second library I've ever been in. The first one I used to hook up with someone. That was a fun day.

If this wasn't the only seat I've seen in this world I wouldn't let myself be covered in dust like this. Mud chairs do not count as proper seats.

“Gulgi.”

Eight Pack was motioning with his hands to get my attention. Speaking of, Eight pack is smart. Unlike the rest of these people barking at me like dogs he sees that I have no idea what he's saying. That makes him way better than most of the guys I've talked to before. He's pointing at that piece of paper labelled 'Gathering spirit manual'.

I watched his body as he did slid his hand over the stick figure drawings and then stood up. He copied the movements perfectly, but he did them all in a couple of seconds. How am I meant to see that! He ended up finishing in a cross legged position and his body began to glow. It looked really pretty. And best of all nobody was talking.

Peace and quiet at last.

So what was I saying again? Terrible seat? Oh wait!

I'm not bleeding any more.

It seems like a point too important to skip over but I was distracted by the hunky topless guy in front of me. These guys haven't invented shirts for males and I'm not complaining. So there's two important I can think of that impact me because of this.

The person that wrote that book said that he was wounded. And starving.

Yet here I am, not standing in a pool of my own blood and not hungry. I don't think I used to heal myself before I came here but I never actually got hurt before except for a few scratches. I was definitely good at starving myself though.

Secondly!

That fugly chick shoved leaves and spit inside me for no reason. Clearly she was against me and just wanted to see me cry as I watched myself bleeding to death before. What a terrible person. I knew girls that used to try to make me cry when I was young. All of them were ugly and didn't need boys around them anyway.

Which remind me.

I'm from another world, but I have no idea how I got here. There was no bright flashes of light, no cracks of thunder or screams of wind. There definitely wasn't a hunky god there telling me I died. It's as though the world didn't need to give me all the information I want. Why does all this bad stuff happen to me.

And that book didn't help me with crap.

Eight Pack is looking at me now. Has somebody around here finally grown a sense of beauty. You know, despite his ugly face he has nice brown eyes. Oh, he's gesturing now.

I think he wants me to copy what he was doing.

I think he was expecting me to pay attention.

I think I was too busy staring at his body to see his arms.

Well, it can't be too difficult. If that other English guy could figure this stuff out I can easily take his hard work and make it my own. Did it before copying homework and everything turned out fine. I look at the manual.

These positions don't look so hard.

Heck Eight Pack did them in a couple of seconds.

Let's see.

I lift my left hand in the air, then my right to the bottom until they're opposite from each other. It's like those gymnastic stretches I did. Boy did those pay out when it came to getting free stuff. Then I circle them once and end up with my hands in the air like a star fish. Then I wiggle my fingers around, then sit down and cross my legs. Bringing my hands down onto my lap and clicking my fingers together my chastity lock is complete.

I'm pretty sure closing my eyes has something to do with it. But I'm honestly just keeping them shut because that was the most embarrassing thing I've ever done.

Oh look, a light.

And more lights.

Pretty little lights floating in the black space in front of my eyes.

Now they're touching me.

It looks like they're trying to rough dance around my body.

Oh my god, my bodies lit up with a ton of them. It looks like a group of ravers pushing through the front door of my skin and trying to join the party inside. Luckily there's enough weed in there for everyone. At least there should be considering the last time I smoked some was only the day before I popped up here. Maybe smoking pot had something to do with it. Maybe I should smoke more to go back. I should try and find some weed.

It's only logical.

All the lights are doing is entering my body and glowing more. Well. This training thing got boring fast. How do I see my body with my eyes closed anyway?

It feels like something too tough and boring for me to care about.

Wait!

I can see more lights, they're going somewhere. It looks like a glowing version of Eight Pack. It is Eight Pack! And there's something else at the edge of my vision. It looks blurry and big. Also shiny. It's hard to see where it is, it sort of looks like...

Now I've got a headache.

I couldn't keep my eyes closed if you offered me a million dollars. I'd probably off my dad for that much money. That's how bad my headache is.

I opened my eyes I noticed a difference. Well the sky looked a little more clearer and the two suns were a little redder. Wait, when did I get outside. And when did it become night time. Also there are little lights floating in the air like the ones I saw just before in my body. Also the old fart and Eight Pack were standing there and glowing like mini suns. The old man more than Eight Pack though. More importantly,

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My skin was shedding!

Oh my god.

I caught their damn skin disease.

I knew this would happen, that book warned my about diseases but I didn't listen. It tricked me! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I'm going to kill that person when I see him. And this place. Screw this world it's basically hell incarnate. How dare it do this to me. I don't deserve this. Oh my god.

The new skin is way clearer!

It feels so silky smooth.

Why did nobody tell me about this earlier. The old skin is so much grosser compared to my new one. The shedding look icky but damn I am fine underneath all that dirt. I mean I knew I was looking fine since the beginning but damn I probably look way better now. I think I even see some interest from Eight Pack.

It's about time.

My cat! The thing slinked right beside me as I was admiring the pretty lights. Oh man, now that I look at it, it's full of lights too. This is getting sort of annoying. Every thing is all shiny and new. Even the grass and the trees. I want to go back to looking at stuff normally. And the old guy is walking towards me which blinds me even more. I have delicate eyes you know. I have to keep them away from bright lights or they might grow dry.

But of course he doesn't understand me.

I flinch as he lifts his arm. It didn't hurt last time but it sure as heck didn't feel like I was getting licked by kittens. He's not hitting me though. He's patting my shoulder. What a nice guy, I clearly misjudged him. Why is he walking away? Now he's flying! That old bastard! I ought to kick his ass that ungrateful git! First he knocks me out and now he doesn't even stay behind to take me back to wherever the heck that village is! How is a delicate little girl like me meant to find her way back home. More importantly, does he think I'm actually going to walk all the way back? What an incongruous old codger!

At least the library is behind me. It's the only building made of stone. Actually, it's the only building around? Where's the straw houses and crappy mud huts. Where are all the ripped people and fugly?

Why am I even wondering. I'll take that chair over their crappy beds any day.

But Eight Pack's stopping me from walking into the library. What's his problem? I don't like pushy men you know! You have to beg for me to go out with you. That's the proper way of doing things.

He's pointing behind me. Where the old guy flew off. Oh what the... It's a dirt road! Is he seriously telling me, a pretty young girl to walk who knows how much to get to some crummy village I never even wanted to live in in the first place.

Apparently he was.

So now I've been walking down this crappy dirt road for who knows how long. Still bare footed and all that shiny new skin I got has just been dirtied once again. Thank god this night air is cool or else I would have screamed my lungs out at the inhumanity of it. They're treating me way too roughly. Didn't that book say it was their responsibility to treat me well or something. These villagers are violating their own rules.

I can hear noises all around me. Low growling sounds. And they're not coming from the cat that's still sticking around next to me. It's all coming from the long grass surrounding the roads from all sides. Don't they know about basic lawn keeping. It must be those beasts. I hate this world.

I'm not as scared as I should be. Is that natural?

“Ow!”

What the... some little kid just face planted onto the road in front of me!

*Growl*

There's a giant animal prowling towards him. Dark red with giant fangs and six legs. It looks like a wolf. But all gross like the others. Oh man it's opening its huge mouth. Saliva's dropping from its teeth and the kids still lying on the ground all dead an crap.

I have to help him. I run up to the thing while shouting at the top of my lungs and waving my arms around in the air. The thing looks at me and I swear it laughed at me. So I smacked it in the face with my hand.

It's a good time to mention I've never been in a fight in my life.

But somehow I don't think this is how they're meant to go.

Why did I try to save the kid? I don't know. I know I'm a bitch at the best of times. It's no secret that I hate this world. I've shouted it into the faces of almost every person I've met here.

But that's doesn't mean I'm the kind of person that let's some kid die in front of me.

I saw a flash of light and the next thing I know I'm being lifted into the air and waved around. Pins and needles are flowing up my arm and between the feeling of hurling and the grass flying into my vision I can see my hand being chewed by the beast while it's still attached to my arm.

*Snap*

Scratch that.

I went flying meters away as it finally bit off my hand. Now the wolf thing has a taste for my flesh. I can see it's beady eyes looking at me like a fatty looking at a cream pie. I realise now that I'm screaming. The wolf snarls and I get a good look at the shiny silver edges of its teeth. Little lights are flying all over the place and the thing is jumping straight at me!

The foul stench of flesh and pieces of my own hand flew towards me as the wolfs fur filled my vision.

That was the only thing I could see as I felt it's fangs wrapping around my throat, it's breath heating up my flesh.

*Crunch*