One day, I left home. I was 21 years old and I left the region of yvelines in the direction of Brittany. at the time I still had this disease. I could have a coma at any time. My body is constantly weakening, the slightest physical exercise was exhausting for me. And sometimes it was painful for me to get up. Acute anemia and tachichardia do not help matters. Sometimes I could have been mistaken for an undead. I must have told you about it already ..?
- "This story began with a meeting."
It was the first time I had met this woman, she was an undead from the world of Hellheim, (a Draugars). For years, she protected me from hers. These people who thought I was dead. Why were I telling me dead?
"Because yes, child must have hid me from them."
Initially it was my partner: (a wolf), the one who was my wife in all my past lives, so it was she who hid me. Waited until I got older enough to find her later.
And while waiting for this age. While I was still a teenager, another woman protected me ...
This woman was not a wolf. But rather from an opposing clan. Cold blooded, but also have the calls of draugar in Norse mythology, and in popular culture have the calls of vampires.
"Now that I've given you some basics, let's get back to our sheep." So to come back to my story. I met this woman on a sunny day. "She wears glasses, quilts, a t-shirt, a jacket, a backpack, a skirt and converse." We might have thought at first glance that she was an ordinary teenager. But only the tone of his voice and his harsh green eyes made you understand immediately. That the pageantry she seemed to reflect was only a disguise. I ended up talking for a long time away from the sun in a shady corner near an old washhouse.
Have not taken a hotel, I had not thought of such details, although I am 5 hours away from home. The day therefore ended in a cemetery.
"Then the night came to bring down the darkness of a freezing night."
I had nothing to eat. And to spend the night, together we found a small room at the end of the cemetery where there were sinks and toilets. It seems like the perfect place to take shelter from the freezing wind.
For her, it was obvious that it was simple by its small size to be able to lie down, except for myself. I could only stay seated. I was exhausted and cold, the cold was horrible. I was only wearing a shirt, a small waistcoat and a corduroy jacket.
"My new friend seems to be resting peacefully."
I ended up leaving it there quietly. Then I wandered outside.
- In this cemetery near my friend's resting place, I ended up finding a suitable place to lie down. I found my bed. A grave!
I was finally able to lie down. The cold seemed even more horrible. It burned my skin, but I was finally lying down.
By struggling desperately in the face of this cold that seems eternal to me. I suddenly stopped thinking about the cold. Then my thoughts finally became clear.
Then a monologue for me and those who could hear it began:
It doesn't matter if I die, whether it's you or the cold. I will finally have this long awaited peace.
Without fear of knowing if I will come back from this deadly sleep ..
I end up falling asleep. I had to take my last bow ...
Hours later. Pressure washed over me and my chest heaved while catching my breath. No indeed I was no longer breathing.
How long have I not known ...
But my skull was in excruciating pain. I really looked like a zombie, but the cold didn't burn anymore.
My friend ended up joining me by jumping from grave to grave and finishing her way towards me to come and kiss me.
She regretted not being able to warm me up because her skin was pale and cold.
Around 4:30 a.m., she resumed her journey before the sun rose.
And I hitchhiked. Quickly a gentleman in the car, kindly took me to the nearest station. Once at the station, drinking a coffee was a luxury for me that I would have liked to have had during this unpleasant night. But be it, once again my games with death gave me back the change. What does not kill you makes you stronger .
What did you think of this story ?
and what did you take away from it?
Have learned a lesson from this story. That sometimes instead of being paralyzed by fear we have to embrace it. By plunging into this immense darkness To end up letting go fully. So have emerged from this dark cave bigger and stronger. By turning this old fear into strength and do you think it is real or fantastic?
What does not kill you makes you stronger .
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