【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(26)

"To hell with you." I feel the mud leave my feet, as the wind rushes past my hair.
It sounds like it came from over here…
Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you…
Are you okay?
Here, get up…
…Chara, huh? That's a nice name.
My name is…
Chapter 6
My eyes creak open. There's a small, flickering light somewhere to my left, I can't quite identify it. I swallow painfully and try to open my eyes further. I'm… in a bedroom. Looking around I can see a wooden table, propped up on four curved legs, host to a small rag with a little electric lamp atop it. As I follow the advance of the light reaching across the room, I can see a huge painting, at least two metres by one, depicting some sort of terrible war. A fiery battlefield laden in blood. I feel scared, but the comfy bed and the quaintness of the little table feel strangely comforting. Suddenly, there's a high-pitched voice from outside.