The Story of J

A/N:I have attempted to get rid of some the walls of text many of you were talking about. I take full responsibility and blame the timber wolves. Besides who thinks straight being chased by a manticore. If you don't like my reason well then. Help me find a better one. Criticism is always noted and appreciated any help is grateful, thank you.

If you are reading this then either I am dead which I hope I am or you simply happened to just find this. This is a warning if I’m still alive and you read this and I find out I’m going to make you wish you were born a eunuch. That being said this is a private recollection of my most personal feelings. Not a diary, I just want it to be known perfectly clear that this is not a diary. Then again it is very similar… never mind it doesn’t matter. This is my journal and what is written here will be too delicate for any ears to ever hear them and I probably don’t trust a soul to any of my secrets but if I don't write these thoughts down I fear that I will go mad.

"The path I walk is one of cold lonely tears. It is one that I bear to myself. I can trust no one; never again can I allow myself to be hurt in such a sinister way again." I say to myself attempting to assure myself of it. my mind races and I can't keep the wild thoughts at bay. "Maybe if I can just stop feeling all together I can be content." I know that is a lie but it is a sweet one nonetheless. I stand there looking at the chair below me. Wondering who would visit my funeral. My cousin’s maybe, a few old friends, and maybe my sis. No it’s too late to turn back now. Everything that I based worth living for has crumpled before my eyes and I have nothing left to hold onto now. There is no saving for me; either I do this now or forever regret my choice. I check the noose around my neck for the third time and make certain it is secure and won’t break.

I take one last look at my apartment; the apartment appears very empty and has no furniture inside. The walls are a dull gray and the windows are boarded up. The apartment has been abandoned a long time ago and decay has long since started to fade the once vibrant color of the place. What better a place to die then in an abandoned building? I smirk a little at my terrible pun. I get ready for my plunge to death but I feel I should give a few minutes to remember the good in life, even though there wasn’t much. Always knew I was insane. “Well this is it. Off to wherever it is you go when you die.” With the final words I kicked out the chair from underneath me and a snap echoed through the building as my neck broke killing me almost instantly.

With a gasp I awoke in a forest filled with trees that seemed to stretch on endlessly. I was gasping for air through my nose I reached up and touched my neck to wince in pain as my broken neck was still very much broken. “Ok this should be borderline impossible. My neck is still broken and I have to be alive seeing how I can feel the pain in my neck. The only problem now is knowing where the hell I am.” As I looked around at my surrounding with my crooked neck I could barely make out that the forest was dark as if no light got in. I sighed loudly “guess I better fix the broken neck first.” As I grabbed my neck with both hands I winced painfully at the mere touch of my hands. ‘ Here goes nothing’ I thought to myself as I swiftly snapped my neck in place and was overridden with extreme pain that I passed out right there on the spot.

Not one of my better places to sleep but I certainly didn’t care at the moment and fixing broken limbs is very painfully if you didn’t know and seeing how that was my first broken limb never I didn’t quite expect it to be that painfully. Always thought it was more of those kind of scream out loud kind of pains like being kicked in the balls with a steel toed boot. If I were to explain the pain in my own words it would been more like having a professional baseball player trying to hit a home run with my head. I was certain that if I could speak then that all sorts of vulgar profanity would have left my lips in a crude fashion after cradling my head on the ground.

I sat there or more or less planked there in a dark haze I honestly remember little to nothing of after that moment. I remember waking up to see the ground in my face. I groaned aloud still wincing as I felt my neck still felt tender and decided against movement for a while. I don’t know how long I sat there but it seemed like an eternity to wait for the pain to die down. I finally got to my feet sluggishly and assessed my ever so dire situation. I looked about and saw the forest seemed to stretch on forever no matter where I looked. ‘Hmmm well doesn’t look like any direction looks particularly enticing than any others’ I thought to myself. I began walking in with no real sense of direction just walking to hopefully find a way out of here. I had only been walking for about an hour or so when I heard a roar behind me. I stopped suddenly and turned around very slowly. I saw a huge manticore growling at me.

It was then I realized two things. One, there was a manticore roaring at me. Two, I’m so dead. My fight or flight instincts kicked in and I booked it. Now would be an appropriate time to say that I was very much indeed African American, though I was told I could pass as Samoan any day too. I was by no means small, I was a big and intimidating, being just about six feet and weighing just over 280. Right now I would have gladly been anywhere then compared to my current situation. I mutter profanities beneath my breath while running for my life praying to any god I could think of to get me out of this hell hole. As the trees seemed to blur by me I paid little attention to where I was running and more of running away from the lumbering beast that was close behind.

Suddenly I tripped over a stump that I hadn’t seen, but as I kicked it I could hear a whimper from the stump. ‘Am I going crazy or did that stump just whimper?’ I asked myself mentally. I rolled over to the middle of a few broken trees when I realized they weren’t trees at all. Instead they were more like wolves now circling me in anger from hurting one of the wolves. " Today just isn’t my day.” The wolf looks at me with anger burning in his eyes “Well what did expect was gonna happen when you lay in the middle of the damn road?!” I snidely remarked as I turned to make a quick dash away one of the wolves jumped in front of me snapping at me causing me to jump back to the middle of the circle of growing wolves. “Well I’m sure we can reach some agreement here. I go free and you keep chasing your tails like the dumb little animals you are. Sounds fair?” Attempting to poke fun to ease the sensation that I felt that I was close to reliving myself. A loud growl was all I got and then I heard my rather interesting savior lumber in.

The manticore looked pissed and I’m guessing didn’t like having his meals snatched either as he grabbed a wolf and used him as a club to beat away the wolves from me. Well the wolves weren’t having that and pounced and jumped all over the manticore in a feeble attempt to kill it. I watched just long enough to see a wolf get impaled by his stinger to bolt away from the fight. I must have run for hours before I finally collapsed in exhaustion.

I don’t want to go into details of how I survived that month of scavenging and starving in the forest. The horrible experimentation with what was and wasn’t edible in that forest was terrible too and a rather waste of time to write down seeing how nothing significant or important happened. I made a name for the forest; I call it the Forest of Fucks. Pretty nice name if I may say so myself. I eventually found the end to the forest and say a village. The village was vacant at the time and it was extremely late but that was the time most predators were up so I had to move quicker than them. As I approached a large tree house I saw that there was a doorframe and all as if I were a house. ‘Strange’ I thought to myself ‘who would live in a tree?’ As I knocked on the door I didn’t hear a response so I walked in. I noticed the huge shelves of books and concurred that this was a library. “It’s been awhile since I slept in a home a definite change of pace. “ I said aloud then I fell to the ground ungraciously and was sound asleep before I knew it.

A/N: First time writing a HIE story hope you like found a co-author to help me out hopefully he’ll be helpful and we’ll be able to post all the cool stories you like until next time. I got a new co-author to help me out so we should be working faster than ever to give you all the stories you love.

P.S. Forest of Fucks is actually Everfree Forest if you couldn’t already tell.

CA/N: Hope you all like the beginning more is to come from soon plz leave a comment telling us what we can do to make it better and what crazy things you would like “J” to encounter.