It was because in the area below my…stomach? I could feel the shape of something rugged, like rock. However, of all the five senses, I experienced the sense of touch again.īecoming interested, as I tried moving towards that grass,Īt this moment, I clearly confirmed that I was not on top of a hospital bed. Occasionally, I could feel pointy ends prodding me in places.Įven now, I was still blind in the darkness. On the side of my stomach? Something that felt like grass was gently brushing against me.Īs I concentrated further on that area being touched, I came to vaguely understand the span of my own body. I focus all of my senses on that touching sensation. When you can only wait for the encroaching madness, it’s impossible not to despair. My situation matches exactly that, furthermore, I can’t even suicide. My mind fills with the worst imaginations, beginning to turn the initial confusion into despair.Ī human locked up in darkness will go insane in the blink of an eye.
Though either way, there’s no doubt this is a disaster, to think I’ve become a vegetable that can only think, I’m in hell… This is the worst, but at least my lower half is fortunate enough to feel something. When I think I’ve been finally saved, it turns out I’m a human vegetable. Though only my awareness remains, maybe my nerves have been severed which is why I can’t move? It seems…I’ve entered a vegetative state, or something like that? My heart was gripped in a terrible anxiety I’ve never felt before. I’m in some pitch-dark space, unable to see a thing. It’s not like I’d lose my limbs over just getting stabbed…what’s going on? Let alone moving a single finger, my arms and legs gave no reaction… This space I’m inside of is really quite cozy. I hastily check whether I was hurting anywhere. Perhaps…could it be that it’s too late to do anything other than to panic? This isn’t the time to be saying such stupid things, aren’t I in deep trouble? In the first place, 1 isn’t a prime number was it? In these kind of moments I’m supposed to count prime numbers, right? Putting all that aside, I wonder where my head is.
Not knowing what to do, I tried scratching my head…to find that my hands weren’t responding. It was when I tried looking around my surroundings that I realized. It’s all right, it isn’t the time to panic yet.Īnyhow, For the cool me to become flustered, at least it has to be on the level of during the time I was an elementary schooler, when I was unable to suppress the urge to sh*t my pants. A 37 year old nice guy.īack then on the road, I protected my junior from work, from a random slasher, but got myself stabbed. If I remember correctly, I think I was being made fun of…something about being a sage or great sage…Īnd then I fully regained my consciousness. I can’t see a thing in this total darkness.
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