Waking up in pitch black darkness was not what I thought would happend when I went to sleep, and I definitely didn't expect to wake up freezing cold, minor oversight. Sitting up and jogging in place to get warmer made me less aware of my surroundings. So unaware that I didn't register the sound of a twig breaking and the sounds of rushed feet until a second after it happened.

 Hurridly turning around in panic what greets me is a small ugly green guy running at me full speed with some type of dagger in his hand, by the time I had read the situation, green guy was already on me.

 Feeling a sharp pain in my chest my brain kicks into gear and I westle green onto the ground. Realizing he was no longer hidden, with spit coming out of his mouth he started screaming with wild abandon. After struggling around on the ground with something that was only a little over half my height I finally grabbed it by the throat and pinned all my wieght onto my hand. Only for him to start stratching my arm.

 Screaming through the pain I squeeze my hand harder in fear until I feel something give and his screaming go silent. Breathing heavily from the short encounter, I get up after seeing feeling the body go still. Only to double over in unimaginable pain. Falling onto my knees and hands and rolling onto my back only causes me more pain.

 It feels like my stomachs on fire, the pain hurts so much. Trying to fight the black spots on the edge of my eyesight I look down at my stomach. It's a dagger. There's a dagger in my fucking stomach! Looking away from all the blood I try to fight away the the dots in my vision, failing to do so, the last thing I hear before passing out from the pain is the sound of another scream. 

 "Ahhhhhhhhhhh", quickly jerking up and gasping for air I hurriedly look left and right.

What?

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 Is this the cabin? How? I was just in the woods. And... I was stabbed. looking down at my stomach instead of the dagger and blood I expect to see there is clear skin. Grabbing the skin I strech and pull at it, only for it to act like normal skin, Like it never happened.

Getting up and crouching low to the ground I suspiciously look around the cabin. I don't remember paying that much attention to the cabin the last time I left but it looks the same, Just as barren as before. Walking to the windows and peeking out the into the clearing, it also looks the same as before.

 I Cautiously edge open the door and walk onto the porch, after taking a quick glance around I step out onto the grass and start sweeping the clearing with my eyes, looks the same as it did last time. Standing taller with relief I go back and sit down on the porch.

 What happened? I was stabbed, I know that, the pain was real. The way the forest felt, the winds and sounds so clear there's no way that was imagined. I have to believe that was real, to deny that is the path to madness. Only one thing could have happened, I died. I died and I was sent back to this cabin.

Thats the only logical reason among a list of unlogicals, and even then it's farfeched at best. I was out of it and overcome with pain but the knife was clearly in my stomach and the blood. I start shivering, there was so much blood. I feel myself start to spiral. The suprise of waking up in the cabin was enough to take my mind of the moment but know it's impossible to ignore it, I died.

 It was painful, very painful. I don't want to ever go through that again. I didn't even realize I was going to die, it didn't even cross my mind. I can't die again, although I waked up this time there's no telling if I will next time. Who knows, maybe my last lifes lack of memories are from already dying. No, I can't start to question everything.

 In this situation it's better to take everything at face value. I've died and came back to life in this cabin. Only one death and no knowledge of any downsides of dying, not to say there isn't, and some small green guy that has shown he is not only capable but willing to kill me.

 Why is this happening to me? I put my face in my hands and for the first time feel anquish. closing my eyes I can feel the pain, the loss of conciousness as I faded. For the first time I cry.

 I don't like anquish.