Ell suddenly falls silent and I follow him in silence, then he pulls my hand and says:"Let's go!""Okay, let go of my hand," I reply.He also obeys, and we both find an empty road to leave. After leaving the neighborhood, he and I stand on the bridge, and he says:“Honestly, your handling of the matter isn't too bad, but this has caused us to lose track of him. He is now out of the radius”“How many kilometers can you notice their presence?”Elle replies:“About 10 kilometers. But it also depends on the state of my ability”I put my hand on my chin, lean against the bridge, and say:“Do their leaders want to take over the planet… Even to achieve that, they accept living in the status of others. However, what are they doing consciously?” – Having say that, I lower my head, looking towards the fast-flowing water.The man reminds me in a low voice:"Be careful not to fall again!"I laugh, he doesn't trust me. Or is it because I'm too careless to be trusted? I look at him, squinting beca
Again? I'm tired of this world full of lies and injustice. I hate forcing myself to fit in to make other people happy. I hate the fact that I have to obey every command of that person no matter how absurd it is. I'm so miserable, now I have no interest in participating in this training session anymore. Oh no, I've never been interested since then. I don't feel that life is any fun at all. Everything is covered in a murky black, the darkness of this world is slowly swallowing me. I'm dying, no, I'm probably dead a long time ago. I died at birth and was embraced by the world by the endless voices of my parents arguing. Of course, I didn't see it all. After all, I was just a baby then. But given their strange personalities, this is easy to guess.Just thinking about these things makes me feel uneasy. They are nothing to me anymore, why do I bother to care about those people? There is a book that once taught me: If you hate someone, you still care for that person. I don't want to be like
Frustration, pain, frustration, anger…It turns out that sometimes such negative emotions come into play. I feel the strength slowly rising in my body along with the pain like an electric current running through my veins. I lay motionless, eyes wide open and direct toward the large light bulb commonly found in the operating room. Since I can't stand the light for too long, I close my eyes tightly. Sighing again, I am helpless, what should I do now? How am I supposed to live? Why did they save me? And why was I so stupid then to accept Ell's suggestion?Take a look, what's my future? No, nothing but a mysterious and terrifying black. The darkness will swallow me, they are slowly killing me. What do I live for? What do people live for? Don't all the people in this world live to die? So if I died earlier, would I have completed the last step of a quick human life? Sooner or later, whether rich or poor, boy or girl, what awaits them is the door of death. Therefore, it doesn't make much di
As always, I take a big sip of my coffee and continue to finish my homework. The loud crowing of the rooster signals the beginning of a morning. It's now past 3 a.m and I still haven't slept. When 7:30 a.m. I need to go to school, every day of mine has passed so tiredly. I close my books, prepare to take a short nap, and go to school. But just an hour and a half later, the door to my room is opened, and my mother with an angry face walks in. She forcefully wakes me up and slaps me in the face. With glazed eyes, I look at her, my heart beating faster. The pain in my cheek makes me numb. She drags my thin body to the desk, thrusts the almost empty pen into my hand, and shouts:“Why are you sleeping? The previous ranking was only 2nd in the whole school. Why don't you ever listen to me?" – She says, knocking hard on my head – “I forbid you to close the door, why are you disobeying me? How much more do you want me to suffer?”She rambles on, cursing me until she gets angry. Every day she
I am locked in my room and only allowed to go out until I finish all my homework. Looking at the pile of books in front of me, I just want to throw them away. My body is still quite tired, but I dare not rest even for a moment. My mother thinks that just one second is enough to make me inferior to many people. I wonder if the person who has the first rank in my school must study crazy like me? If so, I hope he'll be more unhappy than I am, more coerced than I am. Yes, I am a very selfish person, but I never care about that. My mother always values grades more than genitive.After studying for about 2 hours, I am so tired that I lie down on the floor for a bit. Immediately, the desk phone rings. My mother calls because she sees me being lazy through the camera. Do you have a life of your own, mom? Why do you like to control both lives? I never want such a mother-daughter relationship. I’m just a tool to satisfy her with her vanity. Why me and not someone else?As soon as I hang up, my
“Are you so cynical? That's right, we need people like that!"I respond to him through my thoughts:“I still haven't said I will ever agree. What if I refuse?”The man then laughs, his laugh makes me feel uncomfortable. He says confidently:“But I trust you will not refuse such a tempting offer. Don't you hate studying the most? Since the time to use such brain communication is limited, see you another time!”As soon as he finishes speaking, the sound disappears. I admit that he is right, I have not liked studying even a little, all because my mother forced me. But I come to such a dubious organization as a gamble, so I decide to try my luck. Who knows, I might be freed from my mother's restraint. I look at the camera, then carefully sign and stamp it. Suddenly, behind my earlobe hurt as something stabbed, I go to look in the mirror and discover there is a small hole in it.“Do you hear me?” - A man's voice rings out. My room suddenly becomes dark, I close my eyes.After looking back,
A strange day just passed, it ended with my mother's scolding.Today is Sunday, but I still have to get up early to study. I've always wanted to have a good night's sleep, but because of the effects of coffee, I can't. I have to drink more than 2 cups of coffee every day to stay awake. I know it's bad for my health, but there's nothing I can do about it.Almost everyone likes Sunday because they don't have to go to school or work, they just rest and do the things they like such as shopping, watching TV, going out, etc. My mother also takes the day off work. Sunday is a terrible thing because she watches me all the time. She does not let me rest or entertain even for a moment. So I hate weekends more than other days. In general, I hate all days of the week. If I don't study at home, I'll study at school, and take extra lessons from noon until late at night. But, now I have a different feeling about this life, even if just a little bit. Even if the ARXX organization deceives me, I still
Perhaps because he does not feel safe if I join the organization, he asks again:“Do you want to join us? Because this haunts you”He seems to be looking down on me because of that moment of weakness. This makes me feel uncomfortable.“I guess everyone feels that way at first. Even the leaders of ARXX, including you. But if you are in regular contact, that fear will surely fade away.”“You're right, Daisy! We always welcome you. At 2 pm this afternoon, Ell will bring you to our organization to learn more about the specific job as well as the joining profile.“Ell? The man who judges the rounds?”I suddenly remember the small hole that suddenly appeared behind my earlobe so I ask the man.“This is how we can put images directly into her brain instead of sound. If anything changes, we will contact you later. Now, I need to get back to the organization. Be careful when you go home!"Saying that the man disappears as quickly as before. Everything is still vague. When I return home, my mot