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Chapter 7 No Trust

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I eventually regained my consciousness, but by the time I did… three days had already passed. Then, I realized I was hovering in midair. I swiftly looked down only to find my corpse lying quietly on the ground.

I was dead.

Weirdly enough, fear wasn't the first thing that crashed into me; it was relief. I no longer had to feel pain or hunger, and I didn't have to worry about money anymore.

My soul flickered right over to my mother's side, but she couldn't see me. My parents were enjoying their
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  • Too Late, Mom   Chapter 9 Rebirth

    On the day of my funeral, my stepfather dragged my mother out of the bedroom and made her take part in the service.A big crowd turned up. I saw a lot of people I didn't know coming to give me flowers.My mother acted weirdly that day. A boy tried to give me flowers, but she ripped the bouquet out of his hand and hurled it down before trampling all over it.The boy thought my mother was having problems handling her grief, so he offered his sincere condolences.To everyone's shock, my mother smiled and held his hands. "Oh, you know my son? He's a very good boy. I never had to worry about him, and he's always top of his class."She pointed at the empty space beside her and continued, "He's about your height but more handsome."My stepfather shook her shoulders to have her snap out of it. "Wake up! He's gone!"My mother covered my stepfather's mouth. She still had that unnerving smile on her face. "Don't listen to him," she told the guests. "Jonah's fine. He's just gone to school.

  • Too Late, Mom   Chapter 8 Face the Truth

    They came back on the seventh day, but they didn't stop at the police station first. No, they went straight home. Although they didn't find me there, they didn't really care. It was as if I were only an insignificant pebble.Two days went by, but I was nowhere to be seen. My stepfather was getting worried. So, he rang up that relative they'd called for dinner.After they'd had a few drinks, my stepfather asked him where I had gone the last time he saw me.The relative was getting tipsy from the drinks, so he mumbled, "No idea. Only saw his back and nothing else. It probably wasn't even your kid."My stepfather froze. It had been so many days, and only now did the possibility that the cops weren't scammers finally hit him.Before he could say anything, the tipsy relative continued, "Your wife did ask if anyone died here. Later, my wife said a young man did, a high schooler. Apparently, he had late-stage cancer. The poor lad had cancer cells spread across his whole body. "She even

  • Too Late, Mom   Chapter 7 No Trust

    I eventually regained my consciousness, but by the time I did… three days had already passed. Then, I realized I was hovering in midair. I swiftly looked down only to find my corpse lying quietly on the ground.I was dead.Weirdly enough, fear wasn't the first thing that crashed into me; it was relief. I no longer had to feel pain or hunger, and I didn't have to worry about money anymore.My soul flickered right over to my mother's side, but she couldn't see me. My parents were enjoying their vacation on the beach of Morrodon, and they had befriended a couple who complained about how much child-rearing cost.My mother started bragging about her achievement, telling her new friends how she had put the fear of God into her troublesome son and how I only needed 20 dollars every month. Then, she started boasting that she had managed to train me out of ever needing money. I couldn't help but think to myself. 'Beautiful words are only ever used to hide the ugliest of truths.'For the

  • Too Late, Mom   Chapter 6 Countdown

    I deliberately said 20 because that was the price of a bottle of sleeping pills.Once my stepfather came home, my mother told him about every 'mischief' I had been up to. She claimed I wasn't frugal, called me a thief, and said I worked with my teacher to lie to her.My stepfather was rarely stern with me. In fact, he was usually nice to me. Yet, there was a look of genuine disappointment in his eyes after hearing my mother's heavily embellished story."Can't you be more well-behaved, Jonah?" he said.I had no strength to argue. My body was in a worse condition than I thought. At this point, even walking had become one of my greatest challenges. Every single cell in my body would protest whenever I so much as moved. Every muscle and every nerve that was barely functioning were complaining in tandem and shouting in unspeakable agony.I had a feeling I wouldn't last three months, but I still owed the doctor 500 for his consultation, and that thought weighed heavily on me.While m

  • Too Late, Mom   Chapter 5 Her Venom

    My teacher was stunned by the violence, and it took him moments to recover. When he did, he shot up and stood before me like a shield. "You can talk this out. There's no need for violence, and certainly no need for such harsh words!"My mother refused to back down as she spat at me, "Instead of studying, you're working with an outsider to lie to me?"My teacher slammed his table in fury. "Watch your tongue, ma'am. I am his teacher!"Classes had ended, and it was peak hour. So, there was a crowd of students forming around us, and I could see my mother's cheeks heating up in mortification. She finally noticed that my teacher was getting genuinely upset, so she relented."I'm sorry. I had no idea you were the teacher, but my son is a troublemaker. I wanted him to be frugal, but he lied to me and stole my money. And he even faked an illness and told me he fainted from hunger."Agitation seeped into my mother with every single word she spoke. Everyone's eyes were on her, but she didn

  • Too Late, Mom   Chapter 4 No Sympathy

    My allowance was cut by 300 dollars. So, I was left with barely enough for the cheapest meals every single day after spending on school necessities.Although my life was on a terribly short countdown, I still wanted to make it count by taking the college entrance exam and fulfilling my dream.Regardless, I would work part-time as a flyer distributor every Sunday afternoon. My boss paid me an extra 20 when he found out the predicament I was in.Half a day of work would net me a hundred, and I was paid on the spot. This money right here was essential for my survival.One Sunday, I was going to take a shower at home before going back to school after I finished my work. However, I saw my mother rummaging through her bag when I got home.Then, she looked at me and demanded like a dog with a bone, "I'm missing a hundred. Did you steal from me?"I had questions, but she strode over and grabbed my bag before I could say anything. There was no money inside, no matter how much she searched

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