Nov 05, 2009 23:52
[The entry is written in a very formal fashion, it also seems to pick up small breathes as he writes too. The breathing seems to also make sighs a few times, it sounds like disappointed sighs.]
I am unaware of where it is I have come to. The last thing I can remember is my vision becoming black, the faces of my friends the only pictures in my mind that were printed to me. I do not know the date or even the year of where I am either. Has fate truly given me another chance at life? Perhaps I will learn for myself if that is the case after all. Though the doubts of being given another chance also linger, as it was my time to die by what I was told numerous times. So many doctors told me I was already in the grave before I even was truly in it.
However, putting my own reality aside, I think back to the time with my companions in my dream world. How I feel I have given them such a tragic decision as to slaughter me with their own hands. From this selfish wish, I was expecting to be gripped by the fires of the underworld for what I had. Instead, I find myself here. Yet at the same time, it was my own decision to face myself and I should be glad I was able to end all of my suffering.
Maybe it will be better to put these things behind me after putting all of these thoughts down onto paper with so much reflection, I can’t live in the past anymore. My friends are happy in their world as I will be in my own now. This place will become my new home and I will treasure the time I am here.
[ooc: I'm picking up from where Frederic left off, to save my sanity from being confused in regards to where I left off. If this causes any confusion for others, I apologize. ^^; I just feel doing repeated entry numbers is confusing.]
frederic francois chopin