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Dead But Not Done
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I was sent to a correctional facility by my family for five years. The first thing I learned there was obedience. If people told me to do one thing, I would never dare do anything else. The day my wife, Casey Anderson, came to pick me up, she stood at the entrance and said coldly, "If you dare say another bad word about Roger, I'll make sure you never speak again." The moment she finished speaking, I turned and ran straight into traffic. When she saw me get thrown by the impact of the car, she nearly lost her footing. At the hospital, my foster brother stood beside my bed with a sinister smile. "So you actually managed to survive. But that's fine. I have plenty of ways to kill you and make sure you never make it home." After saying that, he smashed the bowl of porridge onto the floor, then deliberately fell onto the shattered glass as he cried out loudly, "Bobby, if you hate me that much, I'll leave! Please, just let me go!" My mother and Casey happened to walk in at that exact moment. Casey immediately rushed over to help Roger up. My mother, meanwhile, slapped me hard across the face. "You'll never change, huh? If Roger's hand is ruined because of you and he can't play the piano anymore, I'd rather see you dead in this hospital bed." Obediently, I walked toward the window and jumped. The harsh, sharp-tongued woman who had always been my mother—and Casey as well—went completely pale with fear. I happened to crash onto my father's car. Trembling, he threw open the door and shouted for the medical staff. My consciousness gradually faded. Then, a system suddenly appeared and said, "Congratulations, Host. You have completed ninety-nine tragic storylines. Finish this final one, and you will be able to return to your original world and revive your younger sister."
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Dead But Not Done Chapter 8
Half a year later, Roger was barely recognizable as human.He had grown thin to the point of resembling a skeleton. Old wounds overlapped with new ones across his body, and his mind had collapsed—he often muttered nonsense at empty air.In the end, Casey went there herself.Dressed in a black overcoat, she walked into that filthy confinement room.Roger shrank in the corner. When he saw her, a faint spark of light returned to his clouded eyes. He crawled toward her, reaching for her pant leg."Casey… Casey, save me… I was wrong… tell them to let me out…"Casey crouched down and looked at him.Then she took a sharp surgical blade from her bag."Roger," she said in a calm voice that was terrifying in its stillness, "did Bobby's heart hurt at the end? When it was taken out alive."She raised the blade."You should try it too."Roger's pupils contracted violently. He wanted to scream, to struggle—but he was too weak to even move.The blade sliced through flesh and pierced his c
Dead But Not Done Chapter 7
The screen showed me wearing a thin hospital gown, dragged out into a snowfield by several people.They stripped off my coat. Buckets of ice water were poured over my head, one after another.I curled up on the ground, my body turning purple with cold, trembling uncontrollably.Then someone stepped forward, lit a cigarette, and slowly pressed it out on my exposed arm.A sharp "sizzle" echoed.My body convulsed in pain, but no sound came out—my mouth was stuffed with a rag.In the corner of the frame, Roger stood watching.He wore a thick down jacket, arms crossed, smiling as he observed everything."Is this fake too?"Casey's voice was soft, but it carried a crushing force.My father stared at another screen. It showed a confinement-like room in the correctional facility. I was lying on the ground, one leg bent at an unnatural angle—clearly broken.Several people surrounded me, kicking and beating me. My ribs were caved in.My face was covered in blood. My eyes were half-op
Dead But Not Done Chapter 6
The day of the funeral, the sky was gray.A fine drizzle hung in the air, like tears that would never stop falling.My photograph was placed in the center of the family altar. It was an old picture from years ago. Below it sat my urn.My mother was being supported by two people. She was crying so hard she could barely stand.Staring at my photo, she sobbed until her voice broke."Bobby… Mom was wrong… Mom is sorry… Please… come back, okay…"My father stood beside her, his spine bent as though he had aged overnight. His hair had turned completely white in a single night. He stared at my photo without blinking, his eyes rimmed red with a frightening intensity—but not a single tear fell. Only the hand hanging by his side trembled, clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned a bruised shade of blue.Casey stood at the very edge in black mourning clothes. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes so swollen they had narrowed to slits. Since entering, she had not spoken a word. She o
Dead But Not Done Chapter 5
My soul drifted weightlessly above, suspended in the air. I looked down at the chaos below like an uninvolved observer.The doctor removed his mask, his voice exhausted."We did everything we could. My condolences."My father steadied himself against the wall. His face had gone deathly pale, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.He walked to the bedside and reached out, as if to touch my face—but froze midair. In the end, he clenched his fist tightly, knuckles turning white, his entire body trembling.Casey staggered forward and collapsed beside me."No… It can't be…"The doctor said… the artificial heart surgery had a high success rate… how could this happen…"She stared at me in a daze, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face."It was me… I smashed his pendant… I even forced him…"My mother fainted after a single stunned second.My father hurriedly caught her.At the very back, Roger sat in his wheelchair, head lowered, shoulders shakin
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