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White room.
White walls, white ceiling and floor. In the middle of this room sat a white man, with terribly pale skin, his skin color almost blending in with the color of the walls and his straitjacket. If a person with poor eyesight had entered this room, he would not have noticed the man sitting there. His hair was the color of ash, as if it had faded and turned completely gray, in some places it had even fallen out and was disheveled. This man wasn't particularly tall, but what was noticeable was his appearance. He was terribly thin, so thin that one could barely recognize him as a human. If you looked at him from the outside, you would think that he had been dead for a long time and that he was just a shrunken corpse. But it was not so, he was quite alive, and had been living in such a state for years, or rather, had lived....
"Hmm, yeah, it's getting worse and worse every day, so weak... And then there's this hunger... I've had it."
It's not really my body, or rather it wasn't, but two weeks ago, it officially became mine with all my bones and guts. I can't say I'm terribly happy about it, because I can't even walk on my own, let alone do anything else. On the plus side, at least I'm alive again, having been reborn here in this body, but it's this place and my current state that's ruining my joy. First of all, I'm in a mental institution, I realized that when I woke up in this room and in this body. A straitjacket, white walls, all this I remember from my past life, there was a time when I also sat in such a room and in similar clothes, unpleasant times....
But that's not the shitty part, it's my body, it's not just useless, it's almost non-functional, I can't walk, not because there's something wrong with my spine, no... I'm just too weak. So weak that the only thing I can do is lift my arms, though if I try hard enough I can even stand up and walk a couple steps, but then... Unconsciousness, terrible pain, and more hunger. I've already tried, so I can understand the consequences of such actions, so I sit quietly, peacefully, in a corner, not wasting energy.
As I realized, it's all about hunger, I'm always hungry, and by "always" I mean "always!", this hunger is terrible, and the funny thing is I can't satisfy it, I'm too weak. They bring me a regular portion here, for the average man, it's a normal meal. The food in the asylum is good, three meals a day, a variety of dishes, that sort of thing. But it wasn't enough for me, a normal man's portion was barely keeping me alive. I tried to ask for more, but I was told I wasn't supposed to, and I wasn't surprised, because the last person who had this body had been a total psycho. Although, I even felt sorry for him... His hunger was awakened when he was twelve years old, before that he was just a normal kid. But as soon as it happened, he started to eat anything he could get his hands on, his hunger was so strong that they put him in the local mental hospital because he started to eat paper, tar, wallpaper and other stuff. He started to go nuts, and then there were these psychologists... Anyway, they locked him up and gave him a "normal" portion of food, so he shrank and turned into this. Until he was sixteen, he was still sane, but then the hunger got so bad that he started going crazy, and then he turned twenty-five and died. Or rather he killed himself, two weeks ago something happened in his head, and the last remnant of his mind and consciousness, decided to get rid of the torment, and during a walk, he from the last strength "fell" from the wheelchair, right against the corner of the building. Thus ended his agonizing and sad life, hopefully he can find peace..... Eh, I quite understand him, I've been here for two weeks now, and I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my mind, so much so that I'm ready to throw myself at something or someone and just eat it up... Hunger, this terrible hunger....
When I got all of this guy's memories, I watched them like it was a movie, so our memories didn't merge or anything, so his feelings, and his insanity didn't touch me in any way. But still, watching them, I was under a horrible impression, I rarely felt sorry for anyone, but this guy, I really felt terribly sorry for him. To experience that as a child, and then to go insane from it... I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Eh... Am I going to suffer the same fate? I don't want to, I don't want to lose such a chance as a new life....
Yeah, but what can I do? Because of my weakness, I can't escape... If I just ate, regained my strength, escaping from here wouldn't be any harder than a walk in the park. Yeah, I'm in a real mess...
As I sat there sighing about my fate, I suddenly felt something. All my instincts told me something was wrong, and then the ground shook and a strange sound was heard.....
*♪ BOOM! ♪
A terrible explosion was heard, as if a bomb had exploded, then sounds like electricity discharges were heard, and then....
*♪ WHOO! ♪
It was like a wave went through me and everything went out.....
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