Trapped In The Novel Of Criminal World

Chapter 3 : Failed Death

If he did die, then at least Dean wanted someone to clearly tell him he was dead.  But a few moments passed, since Dean closed his eyes until now he couldn't hear anything other than a gust of wind that continued to gently caress his face.

 "What is this?  'die' is only like this, seriously?"  His mind grumbled.

 Tired of waiting, Deandra ventured to open his eyes.  As expected, the dazzling light had disappeared somewhere.  But strangely, the light disappeared along with everything that was originally around him.

 The bookshelves that were originally flanking him disappeared, the tiled floor he had originally stepped on disappeared.  Even so the tables, chairs, walls, roof and the man in front of him.  All disappeared.  All that was left was Deandra, and the book Oasis lying between his legs.

“So… Is this heaven, or hell?”  Dean asked himself.

 He glanced around, his gaze combing every place he could reach.  Then Dean realized that this was neither heaven nor hell.

 “Haha… what the hell?”

 Dean didn't even know how to react when he realized that he was now at the top of a high-rise building.

 How can he be here?  What happened to the library and that man?  He had many questions in his mind.

Deandra got up slowly, then picked up the Oase book which was originally lying.  For a moment he was confused about what to do, and then Dean was distracted when his gaze caught a woman.

 "Ghost?"  he muttered.

 No wonder Deandra thought so.  Because the woman did have long black hair that fell and fluttered in the wind.

 Slowly but surely Deandra lowered his gaze.  Follow every curve of the woman's body to confirm his guess.

 "Oh, human."  he muttered again.  Commenting on the two women's feet which turned out to be treading.

But a second later, Dean came back to his senses.  Or rather surprised when he realized where the woman was treading.  Both white and bare feet, standing right on the outskirts of the tall building they were in.

 "Suicide!  She's about to kill herself!"  His mind screeched.

 Dean froze in his place.  The distance between him and the woman was probably only four to five meters.  If he made a move now, then he could definitely stop that woman from going mad.

 “Save?  Should i?  But why?"

 Questions arose in his mind.  It made Dean stand still for a longer time.  Though the woman's body seemed to start to stagger.

 "After all, I don't have the zest for life either.  What right do I have to save him?  Even if it's good if she's certain to die.  I can… catch up with her.”

 Something got into his head.  A crazy thought that had been bothering Dean in his boring days.  If it's damaged, then just destroy it all.  It is a living motto that Dean has held since his release from prison.

 "Yes, right.  Just leave it.  Let's be quiet, and watch."

 The seconds felt so fast.  When his mind finished making up his mind, Dean could see the woman slowly disappearing from sight as her body was hurled onto the other side of the floorless building.

However, every quick second turned out to be so precious.  Dean was lucky, or maybe she was the lucky one.  Because at the last second, the stupid Deandra had changed his decision.

 "Don't!"  he yell too late.

 Dean gripped the woman's right hand which he could reach.  Then with all his might he pulled the woman back up.

 Again, it all happened so fast.  Unfortunately Dean does not have enough strength to hold the woman in a position of hanging between life and death, while lecturing at length about the importance of life as happened in the drama.

 That's why Dean decided to say all his lectures once he managed to pull the woman up.  But something surprising happened again.

 Right after one strong pull, the woman did come back up.  More precisely, on top of Deandra's body when he fell backwards and the woman landed right on his chest.

 “H hey, you still alive?”

 Dean lowered his head slightly, to make sure he had really saved or was just a waste his time.  For a moment there was no answer.  The woman just stood still on top of him.

 "Miss?"  call him again.  Dean who didn't know this woman's age just called out according to his estimation.  Because this woman looks young from behind.

 "Miss, I'm sorry but,  You're heavy, so I'm a little hard to breath.  So ...."

 Dean was speechless.  His eyes were perfectly rounded.  Because suddenly the woman was crying loudly in his chest.  Like a child whose candy was stolen, the woman even sobbed and wet Dean's clothes with tears.

 Dean had a question in his mind.  Who is this woman?  How big of a problem did this woman go through to make the decision to end her life?  But in this kind of situation, those questions are clearly very inappropriate.

 “Cry, cry today, and come back alive tomorrow.  Because that's all humans can do.  I know this is hard for you, but I know you are strong.”

 "Even though I don't know you."  Dean's mind spoke at the end of his sentence.

As expected, his words succeeded in triggering the woman to cry even more.  A sad scream filled Deandra's ears.  He had never felt this before.  Dean had never seen anyone cry like this.

 Because in the past, when he went to prison no one cried for him.  That's why even though this woman was crying in his chest, Dean could only feel empty.

 It took some time for the woman to calm down and stop crying.  During that time, Dean could only be silent and looked at the moon which was also looking at the two of them from above the sky.

 He could hear the faint sound of a vehicle.  The pain in his back when he hit the cement floor was real.  Dean knew that this wasn't a dream much less an illusion, and that he wasn't dead yet.

 "Hmm?  Are you done already?"

 Dean got to his feet when this woman finally got off of him.  Now they are sitting opposite each other.  The woman was busy wiping the tears from her face with her head down.

 Meanwhile, Dean just stared at the woman's face which was not clearly visible because it was covered by a few strands of hair.  Honestly, he didn't really care about the reason this woman was crying.  He just wanted to ask, what exactly is this place?

"Are you feeling better?"  Dean asked again.

 The woman nodded slightly.  Then slowly removed the long strands of hair from her face.  Makes Dean able to see the woman's face clearly.

 As expected, beautiful.  Very beautiful.  Just by looking at it Dean knew this woman was not from the common people.  But there was nothing else on his mind other than acknowledging the beauty of this woman.

 "Oh... you?!"

Unfortunately, Deandra's recognition of the woman's beauty was slightly disturbed.  Just as the woman looked at him in surprise.  Not even just surprised, Dean could see a hint of hate on the woman's face.

 "Oh, You know me-"

 Slap!

 Sick!  The slap was even more painful than when his back hit the cement floor earlier.  Dean held his left cheek which was throbbing in pain.  While giving the woman a surprised look.

 "Miss!  Why did you slap me?  even though i helped you!"  he protested.

 But instead of responding, the woman got up hastily.  Then went to take high heels that had been left in the corner of the building, then returned to him again.

 “Why are you here too huh?!  Crazy stalker!  I'm really fed up with you!  What do you want?!”  the woman reprimand while pointing one of her red shoes at Dean's face.

 "Huh?  What stalkers?  I just recently met you! Don't accuse me!"  Dean refused, disapproving of the accusations directed at him.

 "Don't pretend you are not!  I know you.  You are always been everywhere.  Follow me wherever I go!  What's your problem with me?  What's your grudge huh?!”

 Unable to bear all the accusations that were being directed at him, Dean got up and stood looking at the woman with an annoyed look.

 "I should be the one asking, Ma'am, what's the problem?  After all, if I have a grudge against you, there's no way I will save you! I would rather push you down!!”

 "This girl is crazy!"

 Dean grumbled in his mind too.  Regrets the stupid decision he made by saving this woman he doesn't know.

 But apparently, what Dean said slightly slapped the woman.  In fact, the woman had been silent.  Seemed to think about Dean's words.

 "Just watch out if I see you around me again!  Next time I will call the police!”  the women snapped  before  walking away with a high heel in her right hand.

 “Tch!  Who else wants to meet you again?  If one day I see you about to commit suicide, I'll push you down without think twice!  I swear!"  Dean screamed angrily.

 But the woman still walked away and ignored him.  Then disappeared from behind the only door in this place.  Leaving Dean with a feeling of anger raging in his chest.  In fact,       he was so annoyed that he forgot to ask the woman an important question.

 Several hours passed after that.  Deandra stepped across the sidewalk like a tramp.  Kicking innocent cans as an outlet for his frustration.

 Sometimes he would turn his head, staring at a tall building not too far from where he stood.  It was from the building that he had left, and Dean had just found out that it was a hospital.

The name of the hospital was foreign, the people, the streets, all very strange.  Dean knew this wasn't where he lived.  Then the question is, why was he thrown here?

 "Tch!  I should have asked her earlier."  Dean grumbled, kicking the drink can so hard it bounced into the trash can in the corner.

 It occurred to him that this was just a dream.  Until Dean took the initiative to wait until he was awakened by an alarm or something.  But waited a few hours, he still didn't wake up either.

 "That's weird anyway.  I remember going to the library early in the morning.  But it's night here, and there’s no way i can sleep early.  So, this is real?  But why is the time difference so much?”

 His mind kept wondering.  But alas, no one could give him an answer.  Desperated, Dean just walked aimlessly till now.

 "... Dra!"

 A faint sound was heard.  But Dean ignored them.  He just kept walking limply.  After all, who could possibly recognize him in this place?

 “... Dra!  Hey!”

 But over time, the voice became clearer and clearer.  Dean paused, then strained his ears.  Amidst the noise of passing vehicles, someone could be heard calling out to him.

 "Deandra!  Bro!”

 "Here you are!"

 Upon closer inspection, Dean realized that the voice calling his name didn't just come from one person.  Moreover, the voice was familiar to him.  But Dean still tried to deny.  It can't be them.  Until -

 "Hey!  dude?"

 A tap on his shoulder made Dean turn around.  Now his eyes are wide open.  Because of the existence of two men in high school uniforms who looked worriedly at him.

 "Ivan?"

 Deandra was glued to the spot.  These two men in front of him, there was no way he could forget.  But the question is, how did they get here?  Then slowly, things just got more complicated.

 To be continued....