Dead But Not Done
NJ BossSystemFamily EmotionsRemorse FamilyChildPlot TwistsTragic LoveIndependence
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."