Breaking into millions of pieces does not feel pleasant.In fact, it hurts.It hurts more than I or anyone else could ever had imagined.I have to wonder if anyone has ever felt something more painful than this.If so, I would feel so sorry for than person.Because no matter what some one has done, they don"t deserve this.No one does.
I don"t think you can gather how painful this feels.Imagine two knives, with the most painful poison on them.And those two knives are used like chopsticks to peel apart each and every cell.But in the process they tear up those cells, only to jam and st.i.tch them back together again.But that"s not all, because in the process your consciousness is in every single of those cells.So you feel every single p.r.i.c.k of pain millions of times.
But it doesn"t matter much how much pain I feel, because in the end there"s nothing I can do.This intense feeling of pain can"t compare to sting that I feel from this complete helplessness.
There"s nothing I can do.
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At one point in time, I became aware of another presence in the room.
I can"t necessarily see anymore, because I don"t have eyes.But if I did have eyes, I would probably millions of little shards of what looks like gla.s.s floating around the room.And then once I would look farther than that bizarre sight, I would see a small black cat sitting in the middle of the room, looking at the shards with wonder.
And if I would look even closer with my imaginary eyes, I would see the most striking feature of the cat, it"s bright yellow-orange eyes.Eyes that could entrap anyone.
However if I looked close enough, I would somehow feel as if those eyes were familiar.But the eyes would not be the thing that would shock my so called ears and eyes.
"This is surprising.Of all people for me to meet, to think that it would be you."My nonexistent eyes and ears would be most shock by how the cat could talk.
"My luck has never been greater."It said in a mellow yet immature voice.