Day 1
Who ever read this journal, then I'm most likely dead. I'm 62, elf (no not Santa's little helpers) I have no memoirs of my past. Shall we begin how this all start?
It was night fall, no moon, no stars. I woken up from a horrible headache. Clutching my head, I noticed dried blood on my hands. Luckily for me I didn't s**t my self. I gotten up, but I was deeply dizzy. Quickly loosing my balance, I leaned against something warm and smooth. 'What the f***?' I mentally said to myself. Looking up, I met a man's face, no beard, in fact, his face was clear as if he didn't need to shave! (that I got me wondering)
My hand was pressed against his silky shirt, he look worried once I was studying closer of who or what he is. Then I finally notice that he too, had pointy ears like me, I didn't really notice at first, but I was in a forest, no wonder I couldn't see the moon or the stars, the damn trees were blocking the light!
Before the elf could even speak, I throw up on his bare feet, yea, the best way to say hello and hope to be friends, yea, I'm going to get killed. To the my surprise, the guy didn't got mad, but even more worried. Finally, his face start to annoy me and I simple ask "WHAT?!"....Okay find, I was in a pissy mood, freezing for how long, dried blood in my hair, and I'm f****** half naked here.
The man quite scared when I yelled in his face, in a best I'm-not-scare-but-I'm-really-am-voice, "Miss, we really need to get a Doctor for you. There a puddle of blood of where you were laying down! I'm quite shock that you're still alive!" Since I didn't(or couldn't) feel any pain, I look down at my own body to see that my waist down was covered in blood, before I could even scream, I blacked out, hearing that guy yelling like a moron.
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