PROLOGUE

"DARYL!" Jane looked at me in horror as if I am some sort of a grotesque being.

Her frisky hair, sprinkled with traces of blood, it would have had a romantic vibes if not for the mixture of dirt, grass, mud and blood covering mostly her feet and hands.

I felt weak all of a sudden; I can't feel my knees but it is shaking vigorously and uncontrollably. I placed my hand on my stomach… Where is my stomach? I can't feel my stomach. I looked at it and a hole is seen through it. I couldn't keep myself still as I stumbled onto the ground.

"Daryl! No! You're okay! You're okay! Don't stop breathing!" Jane rushed to my ragdoll body as she tried to cover the already absent stomach with her bare hands.

I am not okay Jane. My breathing is already forced. I couldn't feel pain, maybe because the pain is so great that my brain overdosed itself with endorphin or something.

"F-fuck…" I uttered this word with all my might as I just looked at the morbid face that Jane is wearing.

She stopped covering my stomach, as if realizing that I'm way past any help anymore, and lifted her palm to her face. I can see that she's losing it. She's becoming crazy, ecstatic and traumatized. I had to see the disturbing face that she is wearing. The face, whose owner was quite angelic, worry-free, always shining, disappeared without a trace of its former beauty. She screamed to the top of her lungs. Even though the waterfall gushed very loudly, her scream still stung my ears. My vision slowly fades to black as the last thing I sensed was the screaming of Jane and the gushing of water until I lost every bit of what was left of my consciousness.