Straight Bet To Hell Beginning Of End

How long has it been since I last relied on my legs?

How long has it been since I last wished to bathe in sunlight?

How long has it been since I last wished... to see the sea?

How long... has it been since I last...

—Stood up?

Silvia Greyrat

I'm... alive?

I question myself, as I Stand in front of a dusty mirror.

Tons of emotions keep clashing in my heart,

Both of happiness, joy, confusion, shock, and fear.

I turn around and fro in front of the mirror looking at

Each part of my body. I was wearing a plain white nighty,

Or maybe a cloth similar to that.

Tears of joy flow down my cheeks, as I couldn't control my happiness.

My name is Silvia Greyrat, I'm the daughter of a Noble,

Or at least I used to. I was a frail girl ever since my birth.

I used to be bedridden the whole time.

My body was so weak that even standing up for some time.

Would exhaust me. I was the third daughter of the noble's second wife.

I hardly ever remember my parents or even my siblings visit me, except for the maids.

For my whole life, I've hardly ever step my leg out of the castle.

My room, and my books were my only world.

As a bedridden and sick girl, I was useless to my father.

Not useful for a political marriage, or succession. My whole life, has been a mess.

And not long ago, I was freed from this mess, thanks to death.

Silvia Greyrat

How... am I still alive?

I question myself sitting on the block of stone on which I found

Myself sleeping on, until I woke up from my "Death".

My skin seems pale, paler then how I was alive. And my body feels cold.

And maybe I know the reason of it.

Back when I was alive, I spent most of my time reading books

Thanks to which, I might have gained more knowledge of the world then my siblings

Without even stepping my foot outside.

"Undead" it's what people call the ones who are supposed to die, and yet are alive.

And the way I currently am, without a doubt I've

Become one of those undead. And the Room.

I'm currently in, makes it all clear. It's more like a morgue, where I see two more stone blocks

Attached to the ground, like the one I was sleeping on Just now.

And there are several handcuffs on the walls.

The walls are made of stone bricks, and there is now window

Nor ventilator, but still my body feels nothing, as I'm no longer a human.

Undead are cursed beings, considered to be unholy or bad omen.

As one is not supposed to come back to life after death.

But I don't care if I'm loathed.

I'll live, live this life to my satisfaction.

And make my dream come true, of seeing the sea.

But to create an undead, one person is needed.

And that's a Necromancer, someone who probably brought me back to life.

But just because this person brought me back to life, does not mean that this person is a good human.

—Step Step.

Silvia Greyrat

—!

Silvia Greyrat

(Someone... is coming!)

—To Be Continued—