chapter 5: What hurts the most?

Rain's POV

I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

The new life I expected is the opposite.

I thought that after all the sadness and hardships I went through, happiness would come someday. But... it turns out the world will only make me suffer more.

Suddenly, my cellphone in my pocket rang again.

"Oh, you have a call," psycho guy took this from my pocket. Then he showed me who called.

It's still the same, he was the one who called earlier. Mom.

"Do you want me to answer?" Or not? he said

I didn't want to answer just earlier, but now, I want to ask for help. But how? If I say he will do it, will he really do it?

I nodded even though I wasn't sure.

He smiled at me while slowly bringing his index finger closer to the cellphone.

And I didn't expect him to actually press it. He answered.

"Mo-mom..." I said, stammering.

"I'll turn on the speaker so you can hear it better," the Psycho guy said softly. I don't know if he's helping or just being annoying.

What does he really plan to do?

"Mom help..."

"Where have you been again! You just keep going out!" That's how the other line greeted me.

I expected it.

"You have no use just walking around all the time, where do you even find your money!"

I can't even speak. It's like something is holding me back.

"The house is so dirty! What have you been doing all night?! Just sleeping!? You are really useless! You'll never get anywhere if you stay like that!? Your siblings already have great jobs! Your cousins are all at the top of their class in school. Oh my, I don't know what to do with you anymore! Well, it's better if you don't come home at all! You might as well stay there for the rest of your life!"

Suddenly, the other line got cut off.

"It hurts my ears!, fvck!"the man complained then throw my cellphone.

I'm just lying down and don't know what to do.

"Oh, why are you suddenly quiet?Why didn't you even ask your mom for help?"He said with a smile.

He knows everything. He knows this will happen.

I couldn't speak anymore. My fear are slowly being replaced by hopelessness. The rapid beating of my heart earlier, now feels like someone is squeezing it with pain.

Why should I be afraid of dying? Well, my life has been useless for a long time. I've long wanted to end it all.

Suddenly, the man stood up.

"I know a way to ease the pain in your chest," he said with a wide smile. "Just stay there, I'll get something." He left confidently because he knew I couldn't move my body properly. And I'm feeling weak.

What could he be planning?

After a while, he returned with something hidden behind his back so I wouldn't see it.

It seems like the weight on my chest has lessened a bit at this moment, but somehow I still feel weak as if I don't want to get up. I remember the time when I was at home, when even after just waking up, you didn't want to get up, there was no reason to rise, you just wanted to sleep forever.

"guess what?" He chuckled. He really seems to be a bit off.

He sat down and sat next to me. He took my left hand. I just let him.

He gave a smile. A smile that seemed to have something sinister planned.

Until...

He plunged his knife into my palm. The blood splattered quickly.

I couldn't help but scream from the excruciating pain. I shouted all the curses.

"They say physical pain is better than mental pain because wounds can be healed," he said. "Hehe," he chuckled again until he burst into laughter.

Laughter accompanied by shouts and cries echoed throughout the corners of the room.

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