AM I GOING to be punished today? Is this the last day I will ever see the surface of the earth? Is it okay for me to leave without informing my parents?
Oh well, whatever.
They had already predicted that I would die at a young age.
It’s not a big deal to them if I disappear into the world like a bubble or maybe they wouldn’t be surprised if they just saw me in the river, floating without a life, haha.
Even if I didn’t return to our house last night, I am sure that they aren’t looking for me right now.
It has been imprinted in their minds for a long time that I will die at a young age, and they are not mistaken because what they declare is true. I will die early, haha.
Can you tell me where I am now? I had arrived at my last destination, where I will commit suicide.
I’m like a ticking time bomb on them, ready to detonate at any moment, and then I’ll die.
So it didn’t matter to them if I
HUMAN LIFE is analogous to a material thing. At first, it will be more ridiculously expensive because many customers took interest in it because it’s new and trending, but its current worth will diminish over time as many people will start replacing it because they find better quality product than the first one, until it fully loses its value in the eyes of the people.That is exactly what happened in my life.At first, I felt love.I yawned after opening my eyes. I shifted my eyes and attempted to take a stand, but a firm grip on my thigh and homologous pairs restrained me, wrapped tightly around my tummy.“Mom and Dad... Your hand and foot are both quite hefty,” I said in hushed tones, and attempted to remove their hands away from me, but I could not remove them.What brute strength does a five-year-old child have compared to two grown-ups?
UNTIL MY WORTH began to dwindle.I smiled as I gazed up at the sky. I was outside our house because mom and dad were busy in our living room preparing food, seats, and tables.They will hold there my small birthday celebration.My birthday is just around the corner, and I’m looking forward to it! My birthday will begin exactly at three o’clock for snack time.I’m sure a lot of people will show up later, even those who weren’t invited to the party, to eat for free.I’m not against them, but the other guests bring their own Tupperware container to hide the foods prepared on the table to take home, given the fact that mom and dad have already given them enough food.Just like before, we were just surprised that the shanghai was gone from the table because other people had already pocketed it. They literally pocketed it because they
A FEW YEARS LATER, MY VALUE IS NO LONGER Important to them. I was watching at the dining room table where mom and dad were joyously eating with a five-year-old child and mom was busy feeding a food into his mouth. ‘They ate again without calling me to my room,’ I whispered to myself. I moved toward their place. “Mom, Dad, Good morning. What’s our food today?” I asked them, but I received no response. In their eyes, I’m just like ambient air; I exist, but they don’t see me. They are aware of my presence, yet they are nonchalant about it. My shoulder sagged as I walked into our living room and waited for them to finish eating. That’s what always happens every morning; I will wait for them to finish eating before I devour their leftovers. I laughed bitterly in my mind as if they still have enough food left for me because sometimes they only cooked a little, so that I don’t
AT MIDNIGHT, I was lying in bed waiting to be visited by drowsiness, but I couldn’t sleep no matter what I did. I rolled over on my bed and counted the sheep in my mind just to fall asleep, but my mind was still wide awake. My stomach boils with hunger, and I am chilling with coldness. “Mom and dad didn’t give me foods to eat,” I murmured to myself. “I’m hungry.” I touched my stomach and punched it several times, as if it would relieve my hunger when I did that. Mom had cooked fried chicken earlier, so I immediately left my room to go down and eat, but when I reached the kitchen, I had received none of the meal, and the rice in the rice cooker had taken off. There are only chicken bones on the table and burnt rice. To make matters worst, after they ate, I was the one who washed the dishes and cleaned up in our living room because there was a lot of clutter, Davin’s toys
I SAW Adrastos’ jaw tightened and the vein in his forehead almost exploded as he tried to prevent himself from exploding due to the extreme anger and annoyance flowing through his body caused by one of the live watchers of Live Suicide. The live watcher insisted on not killing me and said he would just buy me for one hundred thousand dollars to be treated as one of his animals. Adrastos gripped the mic tightly. “Mr. Charter, if you are still adamant about your ludicrous demands. I have no choice but to sweep away you from Live Suicide, and you cannot return no matter what you do.” “So, if you still want to stay here, then shut up and learn to listen to someone else who’s in a higher position than you,” he added firmly, almost sending shivers down my spine. I shook my head. Mr. Charter, if I were you, I’d simply keep quiet because he’s just crashing with herculean barricades. Yes, he is obscenely well-off, and he ha
I AM here again in my place, patiently standing and awaiting my death punishment before the Grim Reaper picks me up from his abode. The cameras surrounded the entire room where I was in as if they needed to properly filmed my every move and what I would say in my mouth, as if it was really important, even though they were only after my death. Adrastos was standing in front of me while holding his mic. “Hello Everyone! Are you ready to see this child’s death?” he asked, so the Live Suicide notification rang several times. @AnneSmith: We’re ready, captain! @EllenSia Oh, please. My eyes are itching to see blood! @RioMartin I’ve seen a lot of movies and articles regarding beheading people, so I absolutely can not wait to see his head thrown out over his body. @GleeSue My blood is thirsty for killing.
“WE ARE going to take Gavin into the abyss of death with Ms. Francess’s preferred form of execution, the beheading!” Adrastos roared into the microphone, causing the Live Suicide notification to ad-lib ignite. I merely flashed a fragile smile because this was the end of my life. I’m going to die. They’re going to kill me right now. I no longer bothered to look and read the comment box because I knew they were just celebrating and having a good time. “But first and foremost! Let me first present our Suiciders one more time before he kicks the bucket. He is Gavin D. Bautista, and he wants to commit suicide because he killed his own younger sibling. But don’t worry, everyone, because they’ll meet again in heaven if he goes there,” he exclaimed, howling with laughter loudly, before looking at me with an incredibly irritating smugness. “If he will not get straight to heaven because of his heinous
I SLOWLY OPENED my eyes and the radiance of the LED lights hit my eyes. I tried to stand up, but I could not move my hands and legs. I felt my hands and feet tied firmly as I lay on the small wooden bed.I kept my gaze fixed forward and swallowed hard because of the never-ending nervousness. I did not feel earlier that my head was inserted into a small hole, so I could not move it to see what was behind me. I couldn’t raise my head to catch a glimpse of what was above me, but I know what it is because my heart almost stopped pounding earlier at the sight of a gigantic, sharp blade on top of this wooden machine.That long and pointy blade will surely cut my head.I immediately averted my attention and dropped my eyes off beneath me. I noticed an enormous basket underneath me and I am certain that if my neck was cut off, my head would fall here.I took a deep breath.Someone