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Author's note;
Hi, thank you so much for dropping by! Nothing special, but please enjoy as long as you can!
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Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ PLZ READ.
1. Might get addicted.
2. Infinity amount of mistakes (grammar, wrong choice of words, spelling, etc).
3. Don't care abt any of your opinions/judgements.
4. Written solely based on what the author wants, has NO relevance with reality.
5. Has a lot of cursing
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Thunder grumbled loudly and the rain showed no sign of stopping. I didn't feel like crying anymore- no, it was more like there were no tears left to shed. Everything was horrible. There was nothing left that was good. Literally nothing.
My life, my feelings, my body, the place I was in, and the situation I was facing.
It couldn't be worse.
I didn't feel the need to wipe my tears. My eyes were puffy and aching — the clear result of crying for two days straight.
"Ha-hahahaha!"
I laughed quietly, amused by how f*cked up my life could be. Sure, others did laugh over it before, but this time around, I'm the one who's laughing.
I glanced at my hands, their movements were restricted. It was not because they were crippled. They were handcuffed.
'I am doomed.'
Words I'd said to myself since I was little. Perhaps, maybe they were the first words that the baby me was able to talk. Just an exaggeration, but I can confirm I am that much of an unlucky b*stard.
The coldness of the prison room seeped into my bones. It wasn't new — but it was something I could never adapt to.
How awful. I felt both angry and sad at this painful truth — I had spent seven years of my life, including today, inside a gloomy, smelly prison. What did I even do? What was my fault?
Well, yes, of course, I couldn't deny that I was a killer.
But I was forced to be one. The eighteen-year-old me was forced to kill.
It was bearable before, but my last straw was when I heard yesterday's news-news that was invisible yet able to chew me up and screw me over.
...My mother's death.
Clannnnggg!
The rusty door screeched open.
"Number 3409.
...It's time,"
Time for what, you ask? It is time to go to heaven. I had gone through too much pain. It is now the time for me to get the reward which I've been longing for.
Death.
I stood up and forced a smile. The guard's hands trembled so much that I couldn't help but notice. For what reason was he acting like so, I had no idea.
"Thank you, mister,"
He was quiet and didn't say anything even after I thanked him. I never got the chance to know his name, but I am quite fond of this guard.
Right before I left the prison cell , I felt warmth on my back. The guard had wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and cried.
"I... I am sorry. It is not your fault,"
Each word came out one after another, while his voice lowering with every syllable.
'What did he say? It isn't my fault?
...I know that already.'
"Just show me the way to get there quickly, please,"
A request that I made to him while I was being so desperate and literally begging him to grant it quickly.
My half-sincere smile, my red and teary eyes, and lastly, my trembling body. Every single second of breathing is now a torture for me. Let's end this torture. As soon as possible.
He adjusted his black cap- as if to cover his face. A habit of his which he always did when he got embarrassed and sad. He actually covered absolutely nothing with the cap and it ended up with me having second-hand embarassment as he was doing something very useless yet cute.
After a long hug, he nodded weakly and walked ahead, as he will now lead me to heaven.
As I walked behind him, the prisoners from their own cells watched me. Some people are the people I knew, and some people aren't. They all mumbled something that I both could and couldn't hear.
Number 3008: "Isn't that the puzzle wrecker? What happened? I have never seen him looking like that before. He is out of spirits,"
Number 2432: "You didn't know? He is going to the heaven path today,"
Number 3410: "What? It shouldn't be the time yet!"
Number 2440: "He reached twenty five yesterday. It is the time, number 3410,"
Number 2557: "But I heard that he is a good kid, isn't he? I killed someone too, but it was also unintentional, like his case. This is strange. How come his punishment is heavier than mine?"
Nobody knows the answer. But I, number 3409, know the exact answer for it. Precisely, there are three answers.
Power, politics, and bullsh*t.
Number 2440: "Hey, puzzle wrecker! It is not your fault, okay?! Thank you, and we love you!"
It was then when no one could say anything more. They were too shocked. Everything was so complicated for it to be processed in their brains.
The kindest, most wronged kid who had spent seven years with them would soon leave them forever. They loved him as he was a family to everyone. He's so kind that you won't ever think about doing anything bad to him.
After all, they'd heard about Number 3409's mother's sudden death — which happened yesterday, on his birthday. But for him to immediately go through the heaven path now? He had the worst luck.
"Yeah...yeah, me too! I-I love you too, puzzle wrecker!"
"You are a kind person, number 3409!"
"The world is too dumb for you!"
They weren't cheering. They were shouting frustratedly, desperately or furiously-and some were already crying. Not just the prisoners, but the guards, too. Number 3409 was that much of a kind person. His upcoming death will not be something that they could easily accept.
I wanted to say something for them, like giving my thanks or, apologies... but the words wouldn't come out. I couldn't even bring myself to look at their faces.
Thanks to them, my life in a prison wasn't all that bad. I got to meet a lot of people like me. The type of people who had went through a lot. They are indeed, prisoners, but to me, they are my brothers.
The guard led me to a wooden door. I slowly opened it. I could see now. The heaven path. It was so big and scary. A lot of eyes were on me as I kept walking towards the route. There were a few stairs, so I climbed them and- finally. This is the final point.
I am about to be hanged as punishment.
Then I realised about how my shirt was slowly getting wet due to the tears and sweat that kept dropping from my face. My heart was beating so loudly that the sound could reached my ears. My body trembled so bad and my brain stopped functioning. Why? Why was my body reacting like this?
Ah. I know the answer now.
It was because I didn't actually want to die. I wanted to keep on living. I wanted to see the world that I wasn't able to. I wanted to keep breathing since I realised that it was actually never a torture, but a blessing. My legs suddenly went numb. I sank on my knees as strength gradually went out of my body.
"Number 3409, it is time."
A cold, stoic and threatening voice came out of someone that I really hate which can be heard by everyone inside the punishment room. He was someone that ruined my life the most besides my father. I slowly stood up and wiped my tears. It's fine. Everything will be fine.
I went forward and put the rope under my neck. Now, the last step should be-
DUMMMM!!!
The thin plank beneath me gave away. I saw my own two legs swinging forward and backwards, and I was desperately grasping for air. It felt like my neck just had snapped and crushed as the weight of my whole body is now totally focused on it. I bit my tongue hard, but the pain coursing through my body made everything hurts equally. No any indifferent part. Ah... Looks like I'm absolutely doomed this time.
'M-mother...'
'Let's meet soon...'
'I am coming for you,
mother.'
***
"HAHHHHHH!!!"
I unconsciously stood up and gasped for air. Both of my hands are quickly trying to untie the rope that was on my neck, but it was then when I realised there was no rope anymore.
Number 3409 did this out of instincts while his brain couldn't think of anything.
"W-what..?"
'Didn't I die?'
I thought. I brushed my face and to my surprise, my cheeks weren't as thin as before. They were a little bit chubbier.
They were like, 2 times bigger.
As if that wasn't enough, I nearly lost my mind when I saw my surroundings. I was in a room. A FREAKING PRETTY BEDROOM.
There was a study desk in front of me, with a computer on top. When I meant in front of me, it is like, really in front of me. My waist was touching the desk as I moved. In the bedroom, there was a television, and also a bed on the left corner.
On the king sized bed, there was a huge dark blue whale plushie. I wanted to say that this was a child's bedroom since there were stuffs like that, but that won't be totally right, either.
The design of everything else was so clean, modest, elegant and totally screamed the 'rich a** teenager' vibe. There were also a black coloured bookshelf, dark blue closet, and black curtains which had been preventing any light to enter the room this entire time and it had a few golden coloured flowers sewed on it.
The combination of black and dark blue furniture in the bedroom made it looks so elegant and exclusive.
"Where am I?"
The first question that came out of my mouth. Never have I ever even dream to be in a such luxury bedroom.
Is this heaven?
A pungent smell filled my nose and it was not pleasant. The smell was faint but became stronger by the time passes by and it didn't take me long to realise that the source of the smell must've been real close to me.
I tried to pinch my nose shut, hoping it would prevent the smell from entering my nose, but I sighed after realising my hands were still handcuffed. Looks like I noticed it a little bit too late since I was too used to it.
My body felt weak, causing me to stumble and almost fell onto the ground. However, there was something hard behind my back which prevented me from falling.
It was a chair. I sat down slowly and ruffled my hair with both of my hands, being totally confused and frustrated.
Why the hell was I still handcuffed in heaven? And is it supposed to stink?