Dark Secrets

Rebirth

I still recollect the moment when I experienced my first death and awoke as a newborn within a moment. Let's take a look back at how this happened.

On her way to school, a teenage girl was walking around the city. She failed to spot the truck rushing toward her because she was not paying close enough attention. It was too late to save her by the time she realized. Her final thought was,

'Will my death be like this? What a way'.

'I'm going to finally rest and leave this disgusting world behind.'

However, this is not the end of her story.

In the following instant, she was in a pitch-black, blinding realm.

'Is this the afterlife?' she wondered. 'I'm finally able to relax here.' 

However, a blinding light appeared to be approaching her in the next instant, and when the brightness had consumed her, she heard a baby cry, which irritated her.

"Whose child is that?" she wondered.

She opened her eyes to see two individuals discussing the baby's name from above. The realization that she had been reborn dawned on her. 

She couldn't stop asking herself, 'Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why,' But then she stopped abruptly and asked herself, 'Is there a reason I should exhaust myself trying to think of an answer that is impossible?' I'll just go about my life in this world as a normal infant going about my normal human life.

The young child had grown up as the years went by.

(A small girl's viewpoint)

Now that I'm ten years old, I can tell you that I live in the world of One Piece. You're not going to believe my happiness. Now that I have freedom to enjoy my life, I can finally embark on adventures. 

From my parents, I found out that they detested pirates and held the Pirate King responsible for all of the world's ills. But the reason I'm especially thrilled today is that my mother informed me about a customary festival on our island that takes place once every ten years. And finally, my name is

"Black Lokena."

My mom yelled after me, and I noticed that she was waving for me to return. She wanted to tell me something. I thus hurried back to her.

And it was unmistakable to me that she was beaming, as though she had been picked out by God. 

"What is it, mother?" I replied.

"You have been chosen to be the offering for the festival today by the saint," she announced to me.

I stood still for a moment. be an offer? What is the meaning of her words?"Offer? Mother, what do you mean?" I enquired.

"Let's talk about this inside the house," she replied.

I went inside with her and sat down in the kitchen. There he was, my father, looking just as pleased as my mother. 

With a smile on his lips, my father began to speak, seemingly ready to express his pride in me. Every ten years, the saint in this town chooses the purest individual to present as an offering to the god we honor. After enduring the villagers' hostility for ten days, the selected individual would be consumed as part of a sacred rite.

I froze entirely in that minute. My heart was racing and I was sweating. It's noticeable to me.

'Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum.'

I turned to face my mother to check if they were kidding, but she gave me a strange, predatory-like expression in her eyes.

I unconsciously understood that I was born into this bizarre cannibal community and that this world was not an anime, but rather my new reality.

The thought keeps coming to me: "I have to run away, I have to."

I was a child and my parents were grownups when I peered at the door and raced right there. My mother stopped me and restrained me to the ground with enough speed. My father obeyed her request to bring the rope, disregarding that he was about to hurt his daughter, his flesh, and blood.

I was trying to flee, tears streaming down my cheeks, but my father returned in an instant and tied me to the chair. I sobbed and begged for help.

"Help, someone, please help me."

It was unbelievable to me that these strange-appearing creatures were my parents—my devoted parents—and the fact that they had hurt me.

"Why are you attempting to flee? You ought to feel grateful that God selected you." With a motherly grin, my mother said, "You are my lovely daughter and we are truly blessed to have you."

I felt like I was about to pass out from how disgusting it was to look at them.

I started crying after a while, but all they could do was beam disgustingly, until they went to bring the village elder. 

It was my chance to get away. My attempts to untangle the rope and free myself were unsuccessful. I made every effort I could, including using my teeth, but to no avail.

Without a doubt, the same people who used to encourage me and look out for me when I was in difficulties are now staring at me with the same repulsive smile after they returned with the village elder and others.

I was amazed that I had put my trust in these folks. These terrible creatures.

They approached me more closely and led me into a dim, underground area I had never seen before. There were plenty of tools of torture. I instantly realized I was fucked. 

I was cuffed on both arms and legs when they placed me there. As they stood behind the village elder, I wondered, are my parents still my parents?

Then he and everyone else departed, saying, "The ten days of torment will start tomorrow."

'Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump'

My body and face were drenched with sweat, and my heart continued to race.

"Haaaah, hahaaah, haaaaaaah, huuuah, huuuah."

My breathing is difficult. I can't, someone pls help me. I felt something snap inside of me, and that's when I recalled.

eventually my heart started pounding normally once more.

Yes, my life was a mess from the beginning. How can I forget my first life, my messed-up life, in that filthy environment? You might be wondering why I detest that world so much and what it has to do with me at this moment.

Alright, let's get started. 

Because of my parents, my friends, and this world, I used to be mentally ill in that world.

In addition to being physically and mentally abusive, my parents were also not abusive. You know how they may seem loving and supportive one moment, but then quickly become critical of you when you do something wrong?

That's when I started to experience mental illness, an extremely bothersome mental condition, not just one, but a ton of them.

However, a couple of adult-child groups with their performances and songs saved me.

It was there, when they saved me, that I fell in love with life. When I continue to reside in that horrible location that people refer to as HOME, I am not entirely redeemed. That's why I was content with my death.

Now have take a look at me. I've placed faith in people over and over again.

"haaha" I let out some deep breaths.

And see what they returned to me. Yes, I was wrong to put my trust in them in the first place.

"Now, what should I do?"

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Wow, my first chapter is done. It took me long enough! :)

English is neither my first nor my second language, so if there are things I have to correct, please write them in the comments.